The grand parent parade has ended. I know they had the best of intentions and Im not saying that I wasnt glad to see them but I sure am glad to see them go. They came under the guise of being here to help. Im sure it was their intent to help. But more often then not they were just in the way. And when they were not in the way they were holding the baby, not helping.
Im pretty sure Im just being an ungrateful asshole with all this but its my website and if you dont like it, dont read it.
It needs to be said that I put a lot of pride into the fact that I help out around the house. I do most of the cooking, and laundry. And with the baby here now I also do most of the cleaning. I also take a lot of pride in the face that we are able to provide for ourselves. Sure were up to our ears in debt but we get by. It should also be noted that, in my house, there is a place for everything and everything is in its place.
The first day Jaimes parents are here, I come home to find that Im locked out of my house. (We have a dead bolt that doesnt have a key hole on the outside.) Purely coincidental, but extremely irritating. Then, Im not aloud to cook dinner, which is something that I enjoy doing, a lot. OK fine, theyre helping out. They bought groceries and want to cook dinner for us. After dinner I start cleaning up, which I enjoy doing. Jaimes mom looks at Doug and basically tells him that hes not aloud to be sitting around (while shes sitting around holding the baby). I tell Doug that I enjoy cleaning up and that he should just go sit down. Well he doesnt, which pretty much means hes fumbling around, getting in my way while Im trying to clean my kitchen up. I LIKE CLEANING MY KITCHEN UP AT THE END OF THE DAY. Its cathartic. I used to think that I would pick up the house at the end of the night because I like waking up to a fresh start every morning, but its also a wonderful way to wash the day away.
After they leave the second day, Im reorganizing the fridge because everything was in the wrong place and I notice theres blueberry yogert. We get the Dannon Activia from Costco and it comes with strawberry, peach and vanilla. Why is there blueberry Activia in my frige? Oh, I know, Nancy had a yogurt the day before because she wanted to try the Activia and apparently she bought 8 yogurts to replace it. Now you may not think this is a big deal but i find it gratuitous. If she wants a yogurt she can have a fucking yogurt. Dont insult me by replacing it. I am not so poor that I cant provide a simple yogurt cup for my guests.
On my lunch break the third (and final) day I make a quick trip up to the grocery store. I decided that Id make chili for dinner that night. When I get home they decide that theyre going to leave. Apparently Doug has a stomachache. I tell them that they should stay because Im going to make chili for dinner but Nancy insists they have to go. Doug has to lay down. Whatever! You dont want to see me because you know youve crossed some lines, fine. Go back to your hotel. Well see you some other time. In the end they did come back for dinner. And I was able to clean up afterwords.
It was my moms bright idea to fly into Vegas rather then Phoenix. It saved them around $100 on their plane tickets. And then they had to drive 600 miles round trip to Phoenix and back costing them, Id guess, around $100 in gas.
They got into Phoenix late Sunday night so they went to their hotel. The plan was that I would call them Monday morning when we were ready for them and they could come over then. While we were getting ready, she calls and wonders if were ready yet. We didnt call them so I cant imagine what would make her think we were ready.
The whole time they were here my mom kept insisting that we go out and do things. Its almost as if she doesnt realize that theres a 3 week old baby here. Lets go to IKEA she kept saying. Over and over and over. Nothing was more important the going to IKEA. Finally we agreed to go. Partially just so she would stop bringing it up.
She also wanted to take Jaime out to get pedicures. And Bruce would stay and watch the baby. Well, he would of but since Dave will be home... I told her many many times that I would have Monday through Wednesday off to spend with them (so Jaime wasnt alone with all day). Perhaps she should listen to what other people say once and a while.
Thursday they were going to spend with her cousin Sharron who lives in Scottsdale and then they leave Friday for Vegas so they can leave Saturday for Grand Rapids. I guess Sharron didnt plan to spend any time during the day with them so they came over here and then went to Sharrons for dinner. I was at work and we had planned on seeing them later that night to day good bye. All week we had been going to bed at 900 and they should have seen this. 915 rolls around and I still havent gotten a call from my mom saying there on their way yet. So I call her:
Mom: Helllllooooooo
Me: Hiii
Mom: What are you guys doing?
Me: Were getting ready for bed. What are you doing?
Oh, were just having some drinks and talking.
OK, so.. when were you planning on coming over?
When would you like us to?
Well, were going to bed now.
Will you still be up if we leave now and get there in half an hour?
(I really really really wanted to say no, but I also was afraid that would mean them showing up early the next day or at my work.)
If you hurry well stay up.
OK, well see you soon.
It infuriates me that she is so unaware of other peoples feelings. Lord only knows how long they would have stayed if I hadnt called her. They finally show up around 1000 and she asks to hold Jack. She reeks of alcohol and Jack isnt diggin it so hes fussing. They wind up staying for another half an hour and then finally leave.
