The kids are finally home from camp. It's summertime, and the livin' is easy. I mean it's actually sort of hard because they all have friends and conflicting agendas and things they want to do, and I'm trying to squeeze in all the pool days and family movie nights, and then you throw in fall sports practices, necessary errands, back to school tasks like getting kilts hemmed and getting school supplies and ordering textbooks. It's actually a lot, but I'm so glad to have them back. By "the livin' is easy" I just meant I have relaxed my own standards of general household cleanliness and competency in order to enjoy it all with my kids before the start of school.
So. The house is not that clean. There's an Amazon box by the front door. There's a pool bag on the chair. There's a wine glass from last night's viewing of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark on the table next to my spot on the sofa. And there aren't many rules about when to go to bed and when to wake up. And I'm forgiving myself for all of it. We're relaxing everything and just having fun before the regimented schedule kicks back in.
That's why I was unpleasantly surprised this morning at 8:30 a.m., when I was enjoying my morning coffee in a house full of sleeping teens and preteens, to hear a knock at my door, and to see my in-laws' car in the driveway. The dog was going wild, threatening to disturb the peace of the morning and wake everyone up. I was in my PJs, sitting in bed, not ready to answer the door. And I wasn't going to either. The knocking did not stop. They weren't going away.
Finally my eldest came to my door and informed me that she was going driving this morning. She forgot to tell me. My husband forgot to tell me. My in-laws forgot to tell me. Everyone forgot to tell me that this was happening.
This is exactly the type of situation that so set my MIL off last April when I sent her that fateful text that said, "Hey—can you please loop me in on the plans so I know what's going on with my kids?" And she got all mad about it and had a long list of grievances about how awful I am. And everything blew up. And now, here we are at the end of July, after all of it, and no one thought to tell me about the plans.
I just cannot deal with these people. I am filled with both blind rage and laughter, because I am still living in bizarro world with these absolute inconsiderate assholes who think they're right all the time. How hard is it to send a text, "Hey—[Eldest] and I are going driving in the morning. See you at 8:30." I would have at least washed my face and brushed my hair and moved the Amazon box by 8:30.
Sigh. Off to text my therapist.
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