Contrary to my in-laws' belief, I actually do cook more for my children than mac and cheese. I know I'm not as good a mom as my SIL, whose kid goes to a parade and joylessly snacks on mixed veggies instead of cotton candy, but I do the best I can. Lean protein and fruit--that's the focus, because they won't touch a vegetable. They don't eat fast food, which is more than most moms can say, and I never--I mean never--fix them mac and cheese. But they do get sweets on certain special occasions, so see my above statement about being the lesser mom.
So today my in-laws took A swimming. They picked her up from ballet camp and so I called them at some point to see when they'd be bringing her home. We agreed that they could drop her off at 5:30, right before they had to be at a religious service. I talked to both of them about this. Not once did either of them mention that they wanted us at the service, nor did they say, "Do you all want to come?" or "We'd like you to be there."
So I went on with my day, making a delicious dinner of salmon burgers, sweet potato fries, salad, and mixed fruit ( a surprisingly healthy meal for someone whose kids have only ever been exposed to mac and cheese). They brought her home at the allotted time, when all this was hot off the grill and delicious. Oh, and by the way--they're going to this memorial for MIl's dad and would you all like to go, and then go to dinner? Of course Mr. Twinkle wants to go! So I had to preserve dinner for an extra hour and take the kids to the service hungry. I think that's disrespectful. I worked hard on that dinner. If you want me to come to a service, just say so. Don't mention it in passing and then let me get on with my day, springing it on me 10 minutes before the thing starts and after I've worked hard on a meal.
MIL is really on my sh*t list now, however, because, after being warned repeatedly not to ever, ever, under any circumstances, refer to the fact that my children are "going to sleep well tonight!" she said, "I don't want to say it, but I think you all are going to have a very good night tonight." She put it out there; she tempted fate, and now who is not having a good night at all, standing outside A's door at 1:25 a.m. while she falls back asleep after waking up crying at 1? Where are you now with your damn sleep wisdom, MiL? Asleep in your own bed, after you've brought down the wrath of the sleep gods on my house? I don't care if you watched my kid run a fucking triathalon that day, you do not presume to say she will sleep well. Because she will not. Just Leave. It. Alone. Think it if you want, say it to someone else so I'll never know, but do not say it to me, you stupid bitch. How many times has she been warned? So many.
I was going to sneak back into my bed now, but now the other one's awake.
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