Saturday a.m., DD was awake for the day at 7am. Since I'd slept maybe 3 hours, my attitude was already verging on "FML."
Got up, watched MIL smother DD, listened to DD wail, and did our normal morning "getting ready" routine. FIL had to work Saturday. We had to leave by 11am for the Mother's Day Lunch at MIL's church.
Let me just preface this brunch experience with a few things. (1) The ILs are the same religion and of the same degree, if that makes any sense, in which I was raised. (2) I kind of knew what I was getting into and definitely knew the type of crowd that would be at this brunch. (3) I also knew I was going to be MIL's show-and-tell puppet for the weekend.
So we loaded up the car and left. I drove, b/c MIL is an absent-minded driver. I have precious cargo in the back, you know?
We arrive and the minute we get out of the car DD and I are being passed around like communion. The creepy part? Everyone knew our names - not just who we were or who we came with, but our everloving NAMES. Wanna talk about weird? I went to pee and some stranger says, "Nicole! So nice to meet you!!" from down the hall.
Lunch started at 11:30am. We had lunch first. Let's discuss the food.
On the menu was a fruit salad w/spring mix lettuce (yum!); ham and cheddar sandwich (which was sliced to 1/4inch thick); 1/8 of a turkey and swiss sandwich; a small wad of chicken salad that included mayo, celery, grapes, onion, bacos and mandarin orange bits, with raspberry dressing drizzled on top (barfaroni); pasta salad (simple); and various baked goods for dessert. Aside from the portions being minuscule and the chicken salad tasting like feet, it was an okay lunch. Def. not filling in the least, though. And someone paid good money for a "gourmet" caterer.
The men were plating, pouring and serving. They all had on shirts that said, "Anything I can do, my wife/mother/sister can do better." It was cute. Our waiter was Charles and he was hilarious. Love love loved him. DD loved him, too.
I took DD down to the nursery to change her and left her there. After lunch, the "program" started. This is when MIL told me my camera was inappropriate. The inappropriateness also included my phone. I told her I was keeping my phone out b/c I needed to watch the clock for DD's next feeding. She said, "Don't you have a watch?" Luckily, the host for the lunch got up to speak and I just dropped it.