"Dang", "fetch", "heck" and "scrud" are not doing me justice here. I am about to return to my Irish Catholic roots and let loose a string of profanity that would make my sailor father blush...then (try to) ground me for a year.
Last night, FI came home, looking angry, followed by FMIL who gave me a stony glare. She maintains that their drive home was the first she had heard about my shower this coming weekend in WV. Not true, we have been talking about it for a month. I can't help it if everything I say to that woman goes in one ear and out the other.
Our plan was to leave on Thursday night, pick up my MOH and then crash at my mommy's and relax Friday before the shower. FMIL wants us to leave Friday night because it "would be a real hardship" for FSIL not to have a car on Friday. She doesn't have a job. She's not looking for a job, because she's moving to the Mormon Corridor in a month. She can deal without a car for a day.
FMIL does crap like this EVERY TIME FI and I plan a trip home to see my family. For once, I would like to spend more time with them than a millisecond. I don't get what her deal is. Can't she understand, from a mother's perspective, I miss my mom?
~Kate
December 18, 2010!!! Never thought I would be a winter bride; just hoping we don't get snowed in until AFTER the wedding!