The stories are hilarious this week! Comic relief is great.
I've got basically 2.5 days left with my MIL here. So we've (almost) survived it, but the whole thing was not great for my relationship with my husband. It'll be in the past soon enough, but I just feel so let down by how he's been. I wanted to see him in action as the family man, integrating his mom's and brother's visits with the life we have here. When we go visit his family, we have to follow their way of doing things (always in big groups, weird hours, long days- stuff that goes completely against my nature).. turns out that for the most part, that applies when they come here too. He was a family man, alright- just not so much of our family of three. I've spent the week babysitting his mom while he's at work and not seeing much of him in the evenings since he wants to talk to her when he is home. He went out sightseeing and shopping with his mom yesterday, which is great during the day, but they got back at 9pm. This happened last weekend too. No thought of, oh hey, I know the evening hours are the most challenging and she's been doing solo childcare duty, let me maybe truncate some of my plans since we left the house four hours later than planned.. For him, because "it's temporary", it shouldn't be a big deal. And that's his honest belief. :\ Not always the most perceptive.
With a baby in the mix, this has me thinking very seriously about what needs to be set up for a trip we're planning to see his extended fam in Februaryish. Starting with- a week is the absolute maximum I'll go for. And staying in a hotel is unheard of, basically offensive, but if I can't take care of my daughter the way I need to while we're staying with his folks, he needs to be on notice that we (or I) will take the baby and check into one. I feel for him that he doesn't get to see his family much, but I hate how imaginary my needs seem when we do see them. Our differences are normally fine, but they are so magnified when there are more of him- my way of being and doing things is just that much less understandable. And the lack of understanding creates a vicious circle- the lack of independence and alone time means I enjoy myself less and am less enjoyable, that limits the quality of my interaction with everybody.. Argh. But okay, enough of that.
Thinking of you all in solidarity during our nightly grunty baby time!