Guess who's coming to visit?
My in-laws...Memorial Day weekend. (Erin, you'll remember this was the chick you aptly described as looking like Carol Channing.)
DH got an email from my FIL (who is a decent guy, unfortunately he is a package deal with MIL) and I now have a reason for tonight's round of insomnia. I should probably be kickin' back an Ambien since my OB gave me a prescription for some today. My brain is in overdrive...
The in-laws have not seen Matthew & Jamie since New Year's day of 2004. They haven't bothered to visit and haven't even picked up the phone since a nasty call from MIL in December. We get emails from FIL and that's it. He's so whipped by her...
The boys were not terribly chatty when last they saw the IL's, but boy, has that changed! Plus, they love my mom dearly - she IS Grandma as far as they are concerned - the one and only. If they have to go a whole weekend without seeing her, it won't be very nice. I fear that the in-laws lack of contact is going to result in some nervous and unhappy kids. Matthew is the master of the annoying question and he's savvy enough to ask why they haven't seen them in so long. I can't wait to see what gem MIL comes up with for that, b/c if she's in the least bit offensive toward me and DH, her *ss is out the door. I staunchly refuse to let MIL start something in front of any one of my children and DH knows that and supports it.
I hope that I will have a better handle on the PPD by then, b/c I'm going to need every scrap of emotional strength I can muster to get through MIL's visit. That heinous cow can't help but be nasty at some point...it's her nature. Oh, and she's a jerk as far as gender goes and I can't wait to hear her remark about us "growing our own football team" or something of the sort. Maybe I'll just tell her that her son is onehornyson of a b..... and he can't help but shoot Y's at me. She's also a jerk about breastfeeding, but I can credit her with helping me overcome my nervousness at nursing in public for the first time. They visited when Matthew was 5 weeks old and I worked up the nerve to do it (discreetly, in a nursing top and cardigan sweater) just b/c I knew it would p*ss her off. After that, I never had any problem taking care of business whenever and wherever I needed to. She also hates that I nursed past the time when Jamie was tiny. She freaked when I latched him on at 22 months of age right there in her living room on our last visit. I, on the other hand, do admit that I enjoyed her discomfort since she has done her best to be obnoxious to me in many rude ways (how could she argue against what a toddler wanted from Mommy?).
Ugh...I finally have an appt with the doc from UNC on Weds. morning. I hadn't heard from him yet so when I was at my OB appt today (a follow-up for the PPD) she called him and got it set up. Maybe if I get some really good medicine I can slip it in MIL's drink...hmmm...
On a happier note, I had a really nice time taking Matthew and Benjamin to the field trip yesterday. After the museum, we went to the mall (hey, it was three blocks away...I had to...
) where I was a complete wimpy, guilty-over-the recent lack of attention I've given them - SUCKER MOMMY. We left with THREE new Thomas the Tank ENgine trains. Granted, there was a buy two get one free deal at Hungate's but those things ain't cheap! AND they have gotten three DVD's of Thomas and two of engines in April (baby gifts...guilt gifts). At least our heavy investment in Thomas will be enjoyed by three boys, making it somewhat justifiable that we have so much of it.
Well, it's now some unholy hour of the night and I am wide awake which does not bode well. I'm hesitant to take the Ambien b/c I'm afraid I'll be up too many times with Benjamin. I'm so irritated...if DH hadn't told me about the email, I wouldn't have found out about it until tomorrow when I checked my mailbox b/c I'd have just gone to bed right after ER and the most stressful thought on my mind would have been about how much I will miss Carter when he leaves the show (he's so cute!). Grrr...I am not mad at DH. He doesn't know how much that screwed up my evening since he's already in bed.
Geez - sorry this got so long - one other thought to conclude my ramblings: there is an excerpt of the Brooke Shields book in the May Good Housekeeping. FYI for those interested.
O/T - PPD vs. MIL
, everything will be alright. Just think, one little visit and then POOF!!! She'll be gone for another year and a half (hopefully, 
