Twinkle: A Confederacy of Crazies

I just don't get these people.

First off, Twinklette's first day of school went smashing--she loved it and sang songs and played with toys and had fun. Not to be a conspiracy theorist, but I suspect the teachers and administrators at Twinklette's school may be in collusion with my MIL. They told me everything today was fine and Twinklette went great--which thrilled me, of course, because I want my daughter to like school, contrary to popular lore. But several times this afternoon and tonight, Twinklette cuddled up to me and said she cried at school because she missed me. It's perfectly normal of her, I think (and, let's face it--I'd miss me too if I were her) but I find it odd that no one mentioned it. I actually asked Mr. Twinkle if I seem like some unbalanced mother from whom everyone feels they need to hide the truth, lest I go all Michelle Duggar and insist on homeschooling and head-to-toe denim. Because that seems to me the only reason why no teacher (cousin), principal, or other school official would mention the fact that my daughter cried because she missed me--when she felt it was important enough to tell me about it. Am I psycho? Is the rest of the world psycho? Or is my MIL's attempt to gaslight me finally paying off?

So, tonight my FIL called me to check on how the day went, and to ask me if we were available for a little birthday dinner for my MIL Thursday night. (She's turning The Big 6-0...hahaha. I had to laugh when Mr. Twinkle told me). So I said we'd be there, of course, and inquired as to where we needed to meet him. Here's how it went down.

FIL: Can you all come out Thursday night for [MIL's] birthday dinner?

Me: Sure. We'll be there. Where are we going?

FIL: I don't know yet. She won't tell me where she wants to go because she doesn't want me to have time to plan any kind of a party.

Me: Oh, OK. Well, just let us know where we need to be and we'll be there.

FIL: OK. I'll also have a few names for you to call, to let them know where to come, too.

Me: (a little confused) So, you're actually throwing her a party even though she doesn't want one?"

FIL: (laughter) I guess so.

So, I really don't know who's more weird, my MIL for going to great lengths to stop my FIL from throwing her a party (if it were me, I'd smile and say "thank you"), or my FIL for going to even greater lengths to throw her a party she doesn't want in the first place. Is my family this psycho, and I just don't see it? Is yours? Or is it just them?

Anyway, Thursday night should be a rockin' time.