... to yesterday's post. Mr. J called at 4 pm to say that Mr-Mama wanted us to come for dinner - she had decided that she could still host everyone but would order takeout. I've had an incredibly long weekend, am facing an even longer week, and the last thing I want to do on Monday night is go straight from work to my in-laws' house. But whatever. Mr. J said that Sis's friends really wanted to meet the Bear, and far be it from me to deny his public.
So we got over there a little after 6. Mr-Sis and friends arrived just before we did, and everyone is chatting and drinking cocktails. I figured Mr-Mama had already ordered dinner. Nope. At 7:15, she decides to pull out the menu to pass around. Lady, my child is 8 months old. Do you understand the concept of bedtime? If you don't order dinner until 7:30, you've got to expect full meltdown mode for the Bear by the time the food arrives. We cannot waste away the evening entertaining you and just assume that he can hold out.
She is congenitally self-indulgent, incapable of thinking about anyone's needs that might conflict with her own wants.
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