The Mother-in-Law Returns.
The Mother-in-Law came back this weekend to "help" some more with BH getting over her surgery. It turned into one big cat fight between the two. It started with the MIL trying to teach BH how to sew some dolls. I will attempt to re-create a timeline on it.
Saturday:
8:00am- I fix breafast-sausage patties, eggs, pancakes, and coffee. They sit and read the paper, and watch TV.
9;30am- I get La Nina dressed. They are still watching TV.
10:00am- I take La Nina to a historic farm south of where we live to get her out of the other two's hair so they can concentrate on the dolls. ( I have mentioned this farm in an earlier post. It is really quite nice.) They start to get dressed for the day.
***The next thre hours is conjecture and on my part
10:30am- BH checks her e-mail and voice-mail for work. MIL get upset that that cuts into her time.
11:00am- MIL gets huffy that BH dares to take care of her job, and goes and lays down in the guest room.
11:30am- BH finishes her work and is ready to start crafting. MIL says she has a head ache and wants to rest for a few minutes. BH is sure that it is retribution for her not dropping everything when MIL was ready.
12:00pm- Both are finally ready to go. They set up the sewing machine, get the patterns ready and try to gather their supplies. Both were trying to be the "Alpha-Female". small squabbles break out.
1:00pm- I return with La Nina. They are spatting about why BH doesn't have all of the neccesary items to make the dolls. BH almost never sews, and didn't realize what all she needed, and MIL is from the old school that thinks no home is complete without the neccesary items to make an entire wardrobe from scratch.
1:30 pm I put La Nina down for a nap. They continue bickering about he dolls. BH thinks they are too hard to make, and wants to try a simpler pattern, MIL thinks she is being to whiney and should just do them.
2:00pm- La Nina still not asleep, who could with the racket they are making.
2:30pm- they give up on the dolls for the afternoon. They argue about going to Wal-mart to get the needed supplies. MIL wins, so they lay down for a nap themselves.
3:00pm- La Nina still not asleep, and is now jumping on her bed. I go get her and take her down stairs so the other two can nap. In the process I get yelled at for not keeping her quiet so they can nap.
4:00pm They wake up, and bicker some more about getting they supplies.
4:30pm- Thankfully I have to leave for work. All evidence states they got along most of the evening.
12:00am- I get home to find they let La Nina sleep for an hour and a half from 7:00pm to 8:30 pm. La Nina is still awake. I am TOLD that I need to try to get her to sleep. I go into her room and tell her she needs to lay down. She tells me she is scared, and asks me to lay with her. Since her bed is so small, I lay down on the floor with one of her stuffed animals for a pillow.
1:00am- Sometime around now, we both fall asleep.
Sunday:
7:30am- I La-Nina wakes me up needing to go potty. I take her, then we go dawn stairs and I fix breakfast again, this time frech toast and bacon.
8:00am- I wake up BH and MIL and tell them breakfast is ready. BH get mad at me for not letting her sleep in since she was up late the night before. I did not remind her that I was the one who stay up with La Nina, and slept on the floor, and got up at 7:30 to fix them breakfast.
9:00am- I go take a shower, come back downstairs and get ready to go put out signs for an open house that BH has later that afternoon. (BH is a real estate agent, and somehow I alway end up putting out and taking in her signs.) BH is looking at jobs in the paper because her real estate carrier is not starting off well in this tough market. She asks me how much a job she found would pay after paying for daycare 4 days a week. The conversation went something like this:
Me: 4 days a week of day care would come to "X" amount, so after taxes, you would bring home about "Y" amount.
BH: (very sharply) What do you mean 4 days a week, I said 3 days!
Me: (getting huffy since I was a little tired of being snapped at that morning) No! you said 4.
BH: I did not!
MIL: (Butting in where she didn't need to) BH, yes you did, I heard it, too.
BH: Oh sure, gang up on me, too, why don't you.
MIL: I am not ganging up on you, and you need to stop being mean to me, and Deej, and everyone else.
At this point BH breaks down in tears, yells at me to just go put her signs out, and tells both of us to leave her alone, goes up stairs to get ready.
Boy is it fun here or what.
11:00am- I return from putting out the signs to find that BH has locked herself in our room, and had told MIL she might as well go home, if all she was going to do is be aurguementative all day.
However, MIL had planned on going back to the historic Farm with La Nin and myself that day for a demonstration the were putting on about herbs used in the 1860's.
I go up to try to talk to BH, who just yells at me to get out and leave her alone.
12:00pm- MIL, La Nina and myself go to the farm. I get to listen about how mean BH was all day the day before and how hurtful she could be. I keep quiet. after we got to the farm everything settled down. We ended up having fun. But I know it is not over.
2:30pm- we get ready to leave the farm, I call BH to make sure she is okay. It is something I do during every open house, because there are just to many crazies out there. Her phone has an out of service message. I get a little worried so we head to the house she is showing.
3:00pm- we arrive at the house, I go up to the door to be greeted with a "What are you doing here?" I tell her about the message on the phone and told her I was just checking on her. "I'm fine, as if either of you really care."
3:30pm- We get back home. Since I work again that night, I get the trash ready for the truck for the next morning.
4:15pm- BH gets home, and as I am still outside pulling some weeds out of the flower garden, proceedes to tell me that she appreciated me checking on her but that MIL was just being mean.
4:30pm- Mercifully, I have to go to work again.
8:30pm- I call to check to make sure everyone is still alive, and find that they had just got back from going to the Olive Garden for dinner and everything was hunky dory. I ate a bologna sandwich, and they ate Olive Garden, how fair is that?
This is why I will never understand mother daughter relationships.
It is also why I am glad this weekend is over.
Later,
Deej
Saturday:
8:00am- I fix breafast-sausage patties, eggs, pancakes, and coffee. They sit and read the paper, and watch TV.
9;30am- I get La Nina dressed. They are still watching TV.
10:00am- I take La Nina to a historic farm south of where we live to get her out of the other two's hair so they can concentrate on the dolls. ( I have mentioned this farm in an earlier post. It is really quite nice.) They start to get dressed for the day.
***The next thre hours is conjecture and on my part
10:30am- BH checks her e-mail and voice-mail for work. MIL get upset that that cuts into her time.
11:00am- MIL gets huffy that BH dares to take care of her job, and goes and lays down in the guest room.
11:30am- BH finishes her work and is ready to start crafting. MIL says she has a head ache and wants to rest for a few minutes. BH is sure that it is retribution for her not dropping everything when MIL was ready.
12:00pm- Both are finally ready to go. They set up the sewing machine, get the patterns ready and try to gather their supplies. Both were trying to be the "Alpha-Female". small squabbles break out.
1:00pm- I return with La Nina. They are spatting about why BH doesn't have all of the neccesary items to make the dolls. BH almost never sews, and didn't realize what all she needed, and MIL is from the old school that thinks no home is complete without the neccesary items to make an entire wardrobe from scratch.
1:30 pm I put La Nina down for a nap. They continue bickering about he dolls. BH thinks they are too hard to make, and wants to try a simpler pattern, MIL thinks she is being to whiney and should just do them.
2:00pm- La Nina still not asleep, who could with the racket they are making.
2:30pm- they give up on the dolls for the afternoon. They argue about going to Wal-mart to get the needed supplies. MIL wins, so they lay down for a nap themselves.
3:00pm- La Nina still not asleep, and is now jumping on her bed. I go get her and take her down stairs so the other two can nap. In the process I get yelled at for not keeping her quiet so they can nap.
4:00pm They wake up, and bicker some more about getting they supplies.
4:30pm- Thankfully I have to leave for work. All evidence states they got along most of the evening.
12:00am- I get home to find they let La Nina sleep for an hour and a half from 7:00pm to 8:30 pm. La Nina is still awake. I am TOLD that I need to try to get her to sleep. I go into her room and tell her she needs to lay down. She tells me she is scared, and asks me to lay with her. Since her bed is so small, I lay down on the floor with one of her stuffed animals for a pillow.
1:00am- Sometime around now, we both fall asleep.
Sunday:
7:30am- I La-Nina wakes me up needing to go potty. I take her, then we go dawn stairs and I fix breakfast again, this time frech toast and bacon.
8:00am- I wake up BH and MIL and tell them breakfast is ready. BH get mad at me for not letting her sleep in since she was up late the night before. I did not remind her that I was the one who stay up with La Nina, and slept on the floor, and got up at 7:30 to fix them breakfast.
9:00am- I go take a shower, come back downstairs and get ready to go put out signs for an open house that BH has later that afternoon. (BH is a real estate agent, and somehow I alway end up putting out and taking in her signs.) BH is looking at jobs in the paper because her real estate carrier is not starting off well in this tough market. She asks me how much a job she found would pay after paying for daycare 4 days a week. The conversation went something like this:
Me: 4 days a week of day care would come to "X" amount, so after taxes, you would bring home about "Y" amount.
BH: (very sharply) What do you mean 4 days a week, I said 3 days!
Me: (getting huffy since I was a little tired of being snapped at that morning) No! you said 4.
BH: I did not!
MIL: (Butting in where she didn't need to) BH, yes you did, I heard it, too.
BH: Oh sure, gang up on me, too, why don't you.
MIL: I am not ganging up on you, and you need to stop being mean to me, and Deej, and everyone else.
At this point BH breaks down in tears, yells at me to just go put her signs out, and tells both of us to leave her alone, goes up stairs to get ready.
Boy is it fun here or what.
11:00am- I return from putting out the signs to find that BH has locked herself in our room, and had told MIL she might as well go home, if all she was going to do is be aurguementative all day.
However, MIL had planned on going back to the historic Farm with La Nin and myself that day for a demonstration the were putting on about herbs used in the 1860's.
I go up to try to talk to BH, who just yells at me to get out and leave her alone.
12:00pm- MIL, La Nina and myself go to the farm. I get to listen about how mean BH was all day the day before and how hurtful she could be. I keep quiet. after we got to the farm everything settled down. We ended up having fun. But I know it is not over.
2:30pm- we get ready to leave the farm, I call BH to make sure she is okay. It is something I do during every open house, because there are just to many crazies out there. Her phone has an out of service message. I get a little worried so we head to the house she is showing.
3:00pm- we arrive at the house, I go up to the door to be greeted with a "What are you doing here?" I tell her about the message on the phone and told her I was just checking on her. "I'm fine, as if either of you really care."
3:30pm- We get back home. Since I work again that night, I get the trash ready for the truck for the next morning.
4:15pm- BH gets home, and as I am still outside pulling some weeds out of the flower garden, proceedes to tell me that she appreciated me checking on her but that MIL was just being mean.
4:30pm- Mercifully, I have to go to work again.
8:30pm- I call to check to make sure everyone is still alive, and find that they had just got back from going to the Olive Garden for dinner and everything was hunky dory. I ate a bologna sandwich, and they ate Olive Garden, how fair is that?
This is why I will never understand mother daughter relationships.
It is also why I am glad this weekend is over.
Later,
Deej
posted by deejinator at 7:13 AM
1 Comments:
I agree. Too bad I am not a little higher on the food chain here at work. All the plant managers are heading to Chicago next week for meetings. They say it is more like a vacation than anything else.
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