Dreading tomorrow

Craig's parents are coming over to go to the air show tomorrow, and though I should be studying for a pharmacology exam, instead I'm blogging about how much I dread tomorrow because of those douchebags.

On Mother's day, Craig's mom had a fit because we didn't go to her house to see her. Ahem. Because she's the only mother around.

On July 4th, which unfortunately happens to be my birthday, she and her husband traveled to Indiana for a camping trip. They couldn't get into the campground in the state park near where my parents live, so they were camping somewhere 45 minutes away. We went to Indiana for the 3rd and 4th, and we had to come back on the 5th because Craig had to work. So. We traveled 2 hours on the 3rd with a four year old and an infant, and when we got to Indiana we wanted to relax... which we did. We didn't know where Craig's parents were camping until late that afternoon, actually, when Craig finally talked to them and they insisted that we visit. Craig tried to politely decline. They were disappointed, but didn't sound pissed. They also insisted that we come out the next day (my birthday) because they had a present for me, but Craig said that I really wanted to spend time with my family on my birthday, and we were having a big barbecue, so he invited them to come. They didn't give an answer.

On the fourth, the day began wonderfully. Craig made me an awesome breakfast, which Sandy and Jean came over to share with us, so we had a big feast in the morning. We spent the day playing with toys, going over to Sandy's house to play with the dogs, and getting stuff ready for the barbecue later that day. Craig talked to his mom in the afternoon to see if she was going to come over, but she gave him the lame excuse that she wanted to "let Liz enjoy the day with her family", so they were just going to stay at the campground. Whatever.

Craig bought me a HP Mini for my birthday, and a sweet new stethoscope. Yay! Dinner rocked, and there were pretty cool fireworks that night.

Ok, so July 5th, we had to leave by lunchtime so that we could get home in time for Craig to take a nap to prepare for work that night. He talked to his mom that morning, because she was really hoping to get us to come out to their camper sometime, and they were going to be at the state park that day. Craig told his mom that we had to leave by noon, and she whined that they weren't going to be at the campground until noon, and he basically said "Well, sorry mom, can't do it." She was pissed.

A week later, they were traveling home from their excursion in Indiana and called Craig to see if we could all meet up sometime that afternoon. Craig had to work that night, and Christine was visiting so she and I and the kids were going out to lunch, so it wasn't really an opportune time to visit with the in-laws. Craig told his mom that he had to take a nap for work, but they were more than welcome to stop by for a while if they wanted to. His mom reluctantly agreed, and they hung up the phone.

About 5 minutes later, his mom called back but for some reason Craig didn't answer the phone; I think he was in the bathroom. She left a message and basically said "Oh, forget it, *sniff sniff*, we're not coming. Bye."

I guess the fact that we didn't drop everything in our lives to cater to his psycho mother was too much for her to handle. UGH.

Ok, so LOOOOONNNNNNGGGG story short, we got some tickets to the air show tomorrow. I suggested to Craig that maybe we should ask his parents if they want to hang out, just to smooth things over with them. He thought it was a good idea. But THEN I brewed on how shitty they are a little, and I wanted to take back my suggestion because I can't stand those fuckers, plus I'd rather take Christine and Russell to the air show because they are WAY cooler.

Breathe, Lizzy.

Just a little crazy venting, really. I just hate it that they said yes, and I really want to go see the Blue Angels tomorrow, but at the same time I wish I could be someone else and see the Blue Angels away from my family, because my family will have shithead company, and I don't want to be anywhere near them. Fucking douchebags.

Whoo! That feels better.