TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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The weekend of July 17 and 18, I have to endure my parents. The entire weekend. Staying at MY house.
My parents live an hour away and rarely visit, which is fine with me because I can only tolerate my mother for so long. But this particular weekend, my MIL (who normally babysits for us) is going to be out of town on a scrapping trip (or something) in San Antonio. My SIL will be busy tending her own preemie adopted son, who will have arrived home by then. We have nobody else to babysit for us while DH and I are at work. So my parents gleefully decided they would volunteer. Since we don't have too much of a choice, we decided to let them.
I am really going to need P and PD for that weekend because well..it's my parents. My mother is like a crazed puppy since she started takig Prozac and is very hyper, running around, babbling on at the mouth. I swear I think I preferred the depressed, morose person she used to be to the current one.
At least then I knew what to expect from her. Now...you never know what she's going to do. Any idea that comes into her head she takes off and goes with it. It doesn't matter if it's cleaning or flying a spaceship. Ever since she started taking Prozac she thinks she can do ANYTHING. Oy.
I also wonder where the heck they are going to sleep. We have a teeny house and at the moment, no spare bedroom. All 3 bedrooms are taken up with stuff. One is the master bedroom, where DH and I sleep. The middle bedroom is the nursery and the front bedroom is DH's office. So that means my mother (who, like me, is not tiny by any stretch of the imagination)is probably going to end up sleeping on The Short Couch. My stepdad who is taller than my mother by a good 6-7 inches will probably end up on The Long Couch, since he needs more leg room than my mother. But they are only couches. I'm not sure how comfortable they'll be sleeping on those couches for two nights (Fri nite and Sat nite..leaving on Sun evening).
We also don't have cable..any more. And as anybody who only has an antenna knows, there's not much on TV on the weekends during the day. Same goes for weekdays, but that's another rant altogether.
We do have a VCR and a DVD player, but my parents who are extremely backwards technologically, probably won't be able to figure out how to make them work with our TV. It's not difficult, but then again..my mother has trouble with any electronic device with a menu and more than 4 or 5 buttons. I am counting on her to not be able to figure out how to work the DVD player so that hopefully, she won't ruin any of my DVDs. Esp the ones I really like, like the sp. ed. Beauty a nd the Beast or my newly acquired sp. ed. Lion King.
I am also hoping my mother who tends to become extremely exurberant sometimes doesn't hurt my son in the process. I have this insane fear my mother will do someting crazy, like shake him or whatever because she's so happy to be babysitting her grandson. I love my mother, but sometimes she scares me.
So please...in the next couple of weeks until the big weekend, please send me prayers and pixie dust. I'm gonna need it if I'm going to keep from strangling my mother by the time this whole thing is over with.
TOV
My parents live an hour away and rarely visit, which is fine with me because I can only tolerate my mother for so long. But this particular weekend, my MIL (who normally babysits for us) is going to be out of town on a scrapping trip (or something) in San Antonio. My SIL will be busy tending her own preemie adopted son, who will have arrived home by then. We have nobody else to babysit for us while DH and I are at work. So my parents gleefully decided they would volunteer. Since we don't have too much of a choice, we decided to let them.
I am really going to need P and PD for that weekend because well..it's my parents. My mother is like a crazed puppy since she started takig Prozac and is very hyper, running around, babbling on at the mouth. I swear I think I preferred the depressed, morose person she used to be to the current one.
At least then I knew what to expect from her. Now...you never know what she's going to do. Any idea that comes into her head she takes off and goes with it. It doesn't matter if it's cleaning or flying a spaceship. Ever since she started taking Prozac she thinks she can do ANYTHING. Oy.I also wonder where the heck they are going to sleep. We have a teeny house and at the moment, no spare bedroom. All 3 bedrooms are taken up with stuff. One is the master bedroom, where DH and I sleep. The middle bedroom is the nursery and the front bedroom is DH's office. So that means my mother (who, like me, is not tiny by any stretch of the imagination)is probably going to end up sleeping on The Short Couch. My stepdad who is taller than my mother by a good 6-7 inches will probably end up on The Long Couch, since he needs more leg room than my mother. But they are only couches. I'm not sure how comfortable they'll be sleeping on those couches for two nights (Fri nite and Sat nite..leaving on Sun evening).
We also don't have cable..any more. And as anybody who only has an antenna knows, there's not much on TV on the weekends during the day. Same goes for weekdays, but that's another rant altogether.
We do have a VCR and a DVD player, but my parents who are extremely backwards technologically, probably won't be able to figure out how to make them work with our TV. It's not difficult, but then again..my mother has trouble with any electronic device with a menu and more than 4 or 5 buttons. I am counting on her to not be able to figure out how to work the DVD player so that hopefully, she won't ruin any of my DVDs. Esp the ones I really like, like the sp. ed. Beauty a nd the Beast or my newly acquired sp. ed. Lion King. I am also hoping my mother who tends to become extremely exurberant sometimes doesn't hurt my son in the process. I have this insane fear my mother will do someting crazy, like shake him or whatever because she's so happy to be babysitting her grandson. I love my mother, but sometimes she scares me.
So please...in the next couple of weeks until the big weekend, please send me prayers and pixie dust. I'm gonna need it if I'm going to keep from strangling my mother by the time this whole thing is over with.
TOV
They've been to our house probably a few dozen times since we moved here in '01 and they STILL get lost trying to find our house. 
