So, I've been stewing over this privately for a few days, but I need to wah wah wah vent. Rob got a new job, right? And he called his parents and told them, and they basically did the whole "oh, well, that's nice." -- change subject. They've never been very supportive of his paramedic career, treating like some whim, or like it was something he should not be proud of at all. So, no, he doesn't talk to them about it alot, since he always just ends up hanging up feeling down on himself and like what he chose isn't good enough. Why would he -want- to talk to them about it? Anywhoooo, his mom apparently kept calling his sister Ashleigh and digging for details about the job and the training etc etc. (but like even stupid stuff like... whether he was going to get paid for the 6 weeks of training, did he know? has he checked??? and why didn't he stay at rona until he knows for sure the job is going to keep him, and just, ridiculous questions, because HELLO, he's an ADULT who runs his own life. He doesn't need her making sure that he thought things through and can still pay the bills.). Anyways, so finally Ash asked why his mom didn't just call HIM and ask HIM about the job that he's so proud of getting, and could use some support about. Her response? "I don't want to call the house when Jenine is home."
Rob of course was livid when Ash told hiim that, as was I, when he told me. But the most bewildering part is, is that I had no idea my MIL and I had any issues. Like really, we've got (or I thought we had...) a decent relationship for being MIL/DIL. She's expressed previously, like when he was still in high school, that she thought there were better people for him, but in the past 6-7 years I thought we had a good, though not close or very warm, relationship. Now I find out that she's avoiding calling the effing house when I'm home??? WTF!
Ugh. In other bad mama news-- I ran outside to start the car today to warm it up, and when I went to go back into the house, the door was locked. Tenley was still obviously in the house *cue freakout!!* And then I realized what a freaking ghost town our neighborhood is during the day! I went to 6 houses before someone finally answered at the 7th. There wasn't a single car parked on the street. I thought I was going to have to run to the school to get access to a phone to call someone. We're supposed to have a spare key in the BBQ, so I jumped through the snow (it's literally 4+ feet high in the backyard) and dug out the edge of the BBQ, only to find there was no key in there. And we used to be able to get in the basement windows, but we replaced them last year, so I'd have to break them now to get in. *head explode* So I finally got that neighbor to open the door, borrowed his phone and called my in laws, thankfully, my FIL was home, and they have a spare key, but he didn't have a vehicle at home, and he can't walk this far (it's like 3 blocks, which is really close luckily, but too far for him to walk for his health). So I ran back to my car, drove the 3 blocks, grabbed the keys, and then sprinted up the sidewalk to the door, and thank God it was the right key (he wasn't 100% sure it was...) Scariest moments of my life!! I knew she was safe inside, all the bedroom and bathroom doors were closed, the dog was in his crate already, everything dangerous was out of reach, but you can't guarantee accidents won't happen, her falling, or climbing on the couch and slipping, etc. I kept running to the living room window and making faces at her and talking to her, and then I'd run to the next house, rinse and repeat. LOL. She thought it was so funny-- hey!!!! Mama is outside.. look at her, she's so funny. lol. Me? Not so fun!
Blah. SO it was a heck of a day. Once I finally got in the house, we cuddled for several minutes, and then did end up getting in the car and going to Ikea as planned. She had a blast. We ate lunch and she played in the little area in the cafeteria, and then we went and looked in the kids section, she tried out all the toys and kids chairs, and then walked around a bit, and then I put her on my back and she fell asleep in the Boba for about 45 minutes, and woke up just as I was finishing up my shopping. I had a $50 gc to spend, so I picked out a few things. Then we went to Carters and bought a dress for Easter and a plain white cardigan. It felt SO weird to go buy things new and at full price, because I pretty much never do, but, well, she's 15 months and we've never attended an event with her in a dress that -we- bought her, and I really wanted something finally that was hers and just hers. And the cardigan has been sorely needed for months. I kept wanting one and looking at used stores, and sale racks. The only cardigan she's had was a brown one, which matches with exactly nothing she owns. lol. And then she picked out new pjs with puppies on them. She was SO proud of them :)
ok time for bed. Thanks for letting me vent guys.