Anywho...back to the blog...
The slogan as I remember it was "Just say no." Well I did.
I said "no" to my mother in law.
To clarify I said "no"to my husband about my MIL coming for the weekend.
I just couldn't do it again...she would be here from Friday afternoon through Tuesday.
Keeping in mind that from Sunday to Monday we have no children at home.
My husband is the baby of 6. When he was 8 his mom "checked out" for a while. He doesn't talk about it, I hear bits and pieces about it from his family, including his mother. Being the youngest I think made it really difficult. He missed out on the things that made his family the family they were(for better or worse). I think that early experience had a big effect on him, how could it not.
His mother was remarried and her husband became very sick. She cared for him for 10 years until he passed this last November. After that time, we didn't want her to be alone and wanted to help her through the holidays. She stayed with us every weekend from before Thanksgiving through New Years. I didn't mind at all. It was wonderful to have her and share the season with her as she found her way in a new life alone.
The visits slowed, but didn't stop and then picked up speed again. I do love my MIL, but she can be tough. There is always a comment for something and she does know everything. Just an example...I struggle with my weight and so do members of my family. When my son was a baby and I was breastfeeding, he was a plump little one. She said to me,"I breastfeed some of my babies but they never were like that, but they didn't have the fat gene." I swear I didn't even know what to say at the time. It wasn't the first time and not the last of her comments. She is also one that seems uncomfortable with silence and will fill quiet with her constant chatter.
So as I blogged earlier, work is not good and it isn't getting better. I really needed this 3 day weekend to recover. My man for the first time in a long time was not only on a different page, but a different chapter. I asked him that his mother not come. He had been upset about it since. He isn't a mamma's boy, he is the fixer. In my opinion(in a non-trained layman's analysis) he has been trying to fix things since they fell apart when he was 8. I think he wants to show what a family should be.
I worry when we have fundamental differences like this. It shakes me to the core. We have always been such a strong team, together 20 years. We had a conversation, it wasn't pretty. I held my ground, I had to. After about an hour of weeding the garden he came back in and apologized, thankfully.
It wasn't so much the apology I needed...I needed to know that we are back one the page, that we are good...and we are.
It is days like this that I am very happy to have an anonymous blog...