We were walking around the hardware stores this past weekend and it started to pour. The car was left at the last store and sadly MIL’s house was closer. Instead of getting tiny human sopping wet, we decided to head to MIL’s house so that he could eat his lunch while being dry and send dad to get the car. This is when we found out just how hard it is to be an adult! SIL is turning 39 this year! She has two kids, lives on her own with kids and BF. She has a full time job and so does he. SOOOOO…… can someone please tell me why the fuck the following is still happening:
A) She still gets government subsidies for being a “single mom”.
B) MIL co-signed a car loan.
C) MIL paid to get SIL’s taxes done with hers, and thus paid someone $250 to do it!
D) SIL still gets a $100/month ALLOWANCE from MIL!!!!!!!
WHAT THE UTTER FUCK!?!?!
Seriously, we all have had to grow up at sometime! Both the boys in the family don’t get any of the above treatment. SIL is the oldest one of the kids too…….(unless you ask MIL, who introduces hubby as such. Middle child is the new oldest?)
I told hubby this on the drive home as MIL was basically telling me all of this while tiny human was eating lunch and the accountant came over. Boasting about SIL’s taxes like they were public knowledge and that “you know, it’s really hard for her?!” IS IT?!?! Or has she just never had to grow up because you allow her to act like a fucking 5 year old. Why not just wipe her ass while you are at it?
We just had another round of birthdays that brought us again to MIL’s house for the afternoon. I don’t even think I really need to say more on that subject lol. Before leaving I dug out our travel books to Ireland because BIL and GF are heading to Ireland and Spain in the spring for a holiday but haven’t told MIL because she will then turn into a mom and treat him like he is 5 and panic beyond belief. In order to get away with this as a secret covert mission, I had to fashion a book jacket out of some heavy gauge paper that I had so that nobody could see what that it was a travel guide and preemptively panic over NOTHING!
I did have to bite my tongue once though as everyone was talking about disciplining children. SIL doesn’t….. and says that she wants to be their friends and even later in the day said that the 9 year old is the boss of the house 😦 . Then MIL pipes up and says that she never hit any of her children, she only remained very calm and said that she was disappointed in them. The reason I had to bite my tongue to this was because she may not have spanked her own children but I have fucking witnessed you spank your fucking grand-daughter!!!! Don’t get me wrong, a spank was very well warranted, but not from fucking grandma!!! And especially when mom was in the room. But thankfully that was a few years ago and there will be NO FUCKING WAY that you will EVER do that to my child or I will loose my shit. Who are we kidding, I will fly my mom out here to babysit before leaving him with MIL!
Pumpkin photos: For halloween hubby hollowed out a big pumpkin, carved out the back and two leg holes so that we could have the obligatory baby in a pumpkin photo. If you look at the photo you can clearly tell that it was a real pumpkin. MIL is so fucking dense that the first question she has for hubby was “was that a real pumpkin? Heavens to goodness that was a fake pumpkin right?” UMmmm…. NO! It was a real fucking pumpkin. LOL it was way cheaper than having to go and buy a fake pumpkin to carve up. *facepalm* (in my head, just breathe, you only just got here and have a few more hours of this bullshit to go… breathe…. repeat song that you sing to tiny human to calm him down – Zee Frank – chillout song or you will seriously go mental!)
As we were leaving I got more insight to the whole text message to my mom about not being able to visit her grandson….. We are getting our shoes on and she says “You guys feel free to pop in anytime as we would love to see more of him!” I actually spoke up and said “NO! NO! YOU feel free to pop over anytime! We are home all of the time! Bedtime is between 6:30-7 and we are home the majority of weekends! It is WAY EASIER for YOU to come to him then us bring him always to you. He is only able to be awake 2.5 hours currently, so by us coming to you we have to have him in a carseat 2x of which consist of 20-30 minutes each way to get to your house, which is half of his awake window! SO NO, if you want to see your grandson, come to see him at his house, with his toys and his surroundings!!!” I was quite shocked but proud of myself for sticking up! The look on her face was like “oh, i never thought of that before!” I resisted slapping her at least. Now the funny part will be if she actually does it or not. My guess is not because that is out of her comfort zone. Everyone has to cater to her as she cannot be bothered to see how it inconveniences others.
So MIL’s birthday was a few days ago and instead we were in Banff with my parents. My mom sent her a text message wishing her a most happy birthday (trying to get me brownie points and to keep the peace). MIL’s response went something like this… “You are so lucky to get to see our little one. I wish I was retired and that his sleep was better so that I could come and visit in the evenings.”
Ok, so perhaps you are wondering what is wrong with that statement? Let me explain: My parents are retired yes, but they live over 1200KM away… MIL lives 13km but works. My parents have seen little one more times than MIL. Also, what the hell does his shitty sleep have to do with not coming over? Bedtime is between 6:30-7! If you come after work for a few minutes he is a happy boy and would love to see his grandma I’m sure. It is only after he is asleep that he doesn’t sleep (super long chunks that is) So FUCK OFF! Come visit your fucking grandson and stop with the shitty bullshit excuses! Plus, we are home all fucking weekends!!! What is stopping you from coming over in the afternoon???? Please explain your bullshit excuse more because nobody understands it! Are you upset to hear that my son doesn’t make strange and reaches out to his grandparents who live so fucking far away because at least they make an effort to at least facetime with him so he hears their voices! You live 13KM away!!!! He has NO idea who you are!!! He doesn’t reach out for you, he could care less if you are around currently because sadly for him, you aren’t! MIL, you would be pissed if you knew just how much he practically lunges out of my arms when he sees our landlady because he wants to chat and cuddle with that “grandma”!!!
GROW THE FUCK UP AND SHUT UP WITH THE BULLSHIT EXCUSES ALREADY!!!
It should be no surprise by now that I hate celebrating my birthday. This year something has gotten under my skin even more. I feel that for whatever reason so many people I know feel even more entitled to their birthdays. By this I mean, I need two hands to count the number of bickering people because something else more important is happening on the day that they wanted to celebrate their birthdays….. For example, SIL bought her BF concert tickets and is now having a hissy fit because she just realised that it is the same day that she wanted to go out partying with friends. Side note, she is turning 38! To you I say “GROW THE FUCK UP!!!” This is sadly just one example from this year, and I could fill several pages with the stories I have been apart of. The difference is that this year I am standing up for myself!
MIL asked hubby what I wanted for my birthday. I said calmly that I really don’t want anything like I have for every year that she has known me. I then followed it up with “and please don’t purchase anything for my son as a replacement! I don’t want there to be a new toy or gift every time we see grandma.” To which the message has again not been understood by MIL. When I say, “please do not get me anything for my birthday” that is what I honestly mean. I am not being passive aggressive and meaning that I will be upset if you don’t get me anything. No, there will be no tantrum for that! BUT, after being asked again what I want, this is my response to hubby (to pass on):
” I have been doing a lot of thinking in regards to my birthday. I know that your mom means well by asking what I want, but all I really want is to have a quiet dinner with hubby and son. I really don’t want any cards, cake or to b sung to. I want to celebrate thanksgiving and I will celebrate SIL & her BF’s birthdays. What I don’t want to do is feel forced to celebrate mine because it will make others happy and it only make me miserable. If i am miserable does that not negate the good intentions in the first place? I have asked this for the past few years now and would really appreciate my wishes to be respected. Again, I know it is meant well, but I really don’t like birthdays!”
I am fucking hope that she finally gets the message. Knowing my luck though it will result in her having a crying fest and being needed to be consoled… FML, can’t we all just put on our big girl panties? The sad thing is that of all the people celebrating their birthdays recently I am the youngest. At this point, I believe that birthdays should only be celebrated on major milestones, not every fucking year. If you want a present, go buy it yourself because chances are that someone will buy you the wrong colour anyways.