Friday, April 25, 2008

The Relatives are coming

My husband's brother, his wife and two children have come for the weekend.

To be fair they are just regular people like you and me, except they are germaphobes. Also the brother is older than us (me by 2 years, Hubby by 4) and they've been married about 5 years longer than us so that automatically makes them more knowledgeable than us. They live far away and so every 3 or 4 months or so they make the trip to see us. Since we are living with hubby's parents, that means we all get be together. Sounds cozy. Sure.

My sister-in-law has been fairly ill. Almost fatally so we try to be supportive and understanding.

My brother-in-law has anger issues. So I have to tiptoe around what I say to him. He's easily offended. He's a sports addict so whenever he comes over the t.v. has to automatically be switched to sports, no matter what kind of sports it is. Which is fine for his dad but pretty boring for the rest of us.

They are germaphobes and are those people that are constantly sanitizing their hands. If he wipes his mouth with his napkin and lays it across his plate by accident, well that means he's done for the meal or he has to get a clean plate. COME ON!!!! It was his own mouth. He's worried about germs from his own mouth!

These are the same people that won't let their children touch their nose (touch I said, not pick) and then pick up their fork without having to be sanitized. It ends up making me feel like I'm a dirty filthy person and yet they get more sick more often than we do.

My brother-in-law has placed some pretty unrealistic expectations on his wife. He's gradually getting there but when he comes over he pretty much lets his mother wait on him hand and foot. I think he figures he's on holiday so he shouldn't have to lift a finger. I was pretty pissed at him the last time they were over. HIs wife was pretty weak still and needed to make the baby a bottle, she asked him to take the baby and he told her to get somebody else to do it. She was crushed. His parents were busy cleaning up after having fed all of us dinner and I was trying to round up my children for bed. I finally just said forget and took the baby so she could do it. Then he pops up his head and says, oh I was waiting for you to give me the baby. Yeah, right. Nice communication buddy. It's supposed to be a little different after your wife almost dies. You should actually try and help more not just till you don't have to anymore. He left everything to her before she fell sick and he supposedly came to the conclusion of how much he took her for granted but I don't see it yet.

The good thing is that he is trying to cut back his work hours though. I hope so because if he doesn't change his tune, I think she'll end up leaving him. Well, I can't really see her leaving him but she seems so sad now you just never really know what it will take to force yourself to make that kind of change with two small children.

Talk about depressing. So I've got 27 adults and 9 children coming over the house tomorrow for a shower and then my son's first birthday to have on Sunday. It's going to be hard to have all these people in our house while I am now living in our basement. Dare I say it but I feel like I've come down in the world. Silly, I know. It's just a basement, afterall, but it makes me feel like the poor relatives sponging of their in-laws. I should just be grateful that I have a roof, a lovely roof that is, over our heads when many are so much worse off. But the world is like that. Full of snobs. We know people that wouldn't give us the time of day until they say what house we were living in, then all of a sudden it's how y'all doing and a wave as they drive by. I want to give them the old one finger salute but now that wouldn't be very charitable would it.

It also bugs the shit out of me that this is spinned off that the in-laws moved to make it easier for us, you know. Not that she was anxious to move up and couldn't stand not knowing what's going on out in the neighbourhood among other things. Yes, she's what we call a curtain twitcher. Boy I am being bitchy tonight, aren't I. No, it's always about how they make such a sacrifice for their dear children.

Don't get me wrong, I love them all. Sometimes I just love them less than others. We do all have our own flaws after all. Maybe sometime I will share mine with you. Oh yes, I am flawed. I can just see you coming with several flaws from this last post. So be it.

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