MIL Rant

Before I start my rant, I want to send a huge thank you out there to all of you! My nerves are now completely at east (at least about the whole will-my-kids-be-sucking-on-dry-ta-tas issue)!

Now, on to the rant.

I know I've had at least one other rant about my MIL and here we go again. Anyone who follows me on Twitter has probably seen whats going on with her right now, but just so I can really get this out there, I'm blogging about it.

MIL was scheduled to come into town Friday afternoon, as soon as she got off of work. She had plans to stop in another part of the state (on the way) to visit Mr. W's brother who is...um...staying at a government run facility. She would then make her way to us, possibly before visiting hours were over. That night she would stay either with us or with my sister so she could visit in the morning before heading back home.   This seemed a little odd to me since she didn't have to be home until Sunday and these are her first grandchildren, but it worked.

Fast forward to the next day; MIL calls.  The first thing out of her mouth, "Are the babies here"  (as if we wouldn't call her).  And she has changed her schedule.  She is going to come into town after work on Thursday.  She's still going to stop and visit Mr. W's brother and try to make it to us before visitng hours are over.  Instead of staying at anyone's house, she'll just sleep at the hospital.  Then she can visit with us in the morning and head back home that day.  She'll stay where?!?!?!  Mr. W informed her that she couldn't stay in the room with us.  She said she would stay in the waiting room.  Um?  For 12 hours?  Why can't she stay at our houes?  And again, these are her first grandchildren and she doesn't have to be home until Sunday, why the rush?

That was yesterday.  Today the crazy lady calls back.  This is the conversation I hear:

"No, it's Thursday.  [pause] No.  Thursday.  [pause]  No.  It's Thursday.  [pause]  Thursday.  The surgery is at 8:00 am and pre-op is at 6:00."

I knew there was the possibility that one of their phones was cutting out so he was having to repeat himself.  That just didn't make sense, though.  Why would she not know when her grandsons were going to be born?  We'd only talked about it a dozen times!  So I asked Mr. W  if she realy was arguing with him about when my surgery is scheduled.  She.  Was.

I really do love my MIL, but WTF?  Why must she be such a flake?  Why must all of my in-laws be so flaky (read:  flaky, drunks, drug addicts, certifiable)?

I dread every single visit from his family right now.  I dread his phone even ringing because it might be one of his family members telling us they're coming for a visit.  (yes, I said telling, they don't usually ask).

Mr. W did finally have a talk with his Dad and explained to him that he's not allowed to bring Mr. W's other brother (the non-incarcerated one) until he can prove that he's off the drugs and has cleaned himself up.  He told him that we can't protect the boys from the world, but we can keep the bad stuff out of our house.  He seemed to be fine with it.  Woo-hoo!

Well, I feel better, now.  Sorry for the bitch post.  I just had to get it out.  :-)