Am I allowed to vent in here?
I guess yesterday my husband's sister's boyfriend died from a fast staph infection. Awful! My MIL, that I haven't not seen or spoken to for about 1.5 years (just couldn't take how rude she was to me any longer), became a drama queen and was making things very weird last night. Today after much continued drama, she drove herself to her daughter's, and my hubby took the bus up there, to pay condolences to my SIL. (I don't go b/c now is not the time for a rambunctious 4 year old to visit SIL and I can't really go without him)
MIL kindly drove hubby home today, but then insisted on coming in to see our new place. Our landlady is MIL's apartment complex manager (it's how we met our landlady, when WE were living in the complex before MIL moved there) and so MIL saw pictures of the condo before we even did.
We had had a plan, that MIL would come here AFTER everything was pretty, when I was prepared and cute with makeup and non-cruddy clothes, perhaps for a house-warming. But she insisted on coming in today, when I had been searching for crematoriums for SIL's boyfriend (but SIL has no power of attorney, so boyfriend's sister has taken that job (and expense) away from SIL), watching DS, lazing around after working hard for a week to get the house nicer from our move-in...
AUGH. As they came in I was desperately putting clean dishes away and dirty dishes in the d'washer, getting crumbs up off the table, things off the floor, and so on. So of course I was a sweaty mess as she walked in. AUGH.
I know it's crazy to think of me me me at a time like this, but I don't know SIL's now late boyfriend, I barely even believed SIL until late this afternoon (she comes up with some whoppers), and, well, I guess I'm just self-centered.
But still, NOT the way I wanted my first visit, in such a long time, with MIL to be!
I gotta have a beer, and now hubby TRULY owes me the March trip gol'dernit!