So, usually I don't talk much about my In Laws or my husband on here. There's a reason for that. My husband is an extremely private person. He doesn't even like me to talk to my friends in real life about him. So, I respect that. And I usually just talk about other things. And actually, this post isn't even about him. It's about his parents.
Right off, I will tell you that there are things about them that I appreciate. They love to watch the kids and are even willing to take all four of them at a time! Sometimes even overnight! They take them to the movies often and any time we ask them to watch the kids so we can go out they do.
But, they drive me crazy in so many ways! Today's incident is just one of them. ANd it's fresh and I'm frustrated! And I can't vent to my husband because a) he's heard it all before b) he feels much the same way that I do and c) he thinks I'm being a little crazy this time.
Here's the thing: my In Laws have been remodeling their "house" for over a year now. I say "house" because really they would have been better off knocking down what is there now and just redoing the whole thing. But, instead they've spent tons of money fixing things that will never be right. But, whatever! Throughout the whole process they've asked for my advice. On the layout. On the architectural changes. On the flooring. On the lighting. You get the idea. I drive to Home Depot and look at samples with them, I give them my input, I look things up on the Internet for them, I go to the house and help them. Yet, they ALWAYS do whatever the hell they want to do anyway! It really doesn't matter what I say. They still make their own decisions.
So, today they call my cell phone at 2:00. I couldn't answer at the time and check the voice mail where they don't tell me what they want (they NEVER do) but to call them back. So, I e-mail my husband and tell him to call them. (I really try to avoid them. And I figured they couldn't get ahold of him because his cell phone doesn't work in his work area.) So, he calls them, then calls me back and says they really wanted to talk to me. They want help picking out a sofa. So, then I ask why they called me at 2:00 in the afternoon on a weekday. He said they didn't know what time I got out of work. Really? Really? I've been working here for YEARS! I ALWAYS get out at 5:00. But, whatever.
Then he goes on to say that the sofa they're looking at is only on sale through Saturday, so they're going to call this evening to see if I can go see it. So, I ask when they think I'd be able to do that. He says, "Saturday". This is where I loose my cool. I have things to do Saturday! I work full time, remember? I have to run all my errands on Saturday. Along with the soccer game on Saturday morning and trying to get the kids Christmas pictures done. I don't want to go ALL the way across town to go look at a sofa that I know they're going to buy anyway! I DON'T WANT TO!
So, my husband gets a bit defensive. He says that he thought I'd wait for him to get home from work to take the kids pictures so that he could help. And maybe I would have. But, maybe not. If I don't do it in the morning then I have to wait until about 5:00 in the evening so that the light is right (seriously it's still sunny and 90 degrees around here!). And if I wait I know he won't want to go anyway.
But, the whole point is that I don't want to drive into town to look at a freakin' sofa for someone that's going to do whatever the hell they want to anyway on MY TIME!
But, I know I'll cave and I'll do it. And then I'll be resentful of them and my husband for the rest of the weekend.
Way to go me!