and yell 'Well serves you RIGHT for not saying NO in the first place!"
MIL wants to go the the Olympics opening ceremony. She will be 80 next year and the stadium is near the place she was born and lived for the first 30 yrs of her life. None of her kids would take her - not interested, too busy etc so being a twat Good Samaritan, I agreed to do it. I quite fancy it anyway in a 'well, why not' sort of way.
That was last summer....
Since then she has nagged and nagged me about registering and getting tickets. So I registered back in January. She rang DH last night to tell him to remind me that tickets went on sale at midnight. So I dutifully logged on from my IPhone during a sleepless early morning. Now I can just about afford 150 for me (MIL is paying for her own) but I can't help thinking that if I am going to fight my way across London to get to the East end for this once in a lifetime event, I might as well take the DC. But you can't make more than one application for a single event - so I either have to ask for 4 £20 tickets which we almost certainly won't get, or 4 £150 tickets which I can't afford!
I rang MIL this morning to suggest she orders some of them herself. But she doesn't have a Visa card.
And if I do get some tickets how the fuck am I going to get myself, a very infirm elderly lady with dodgy hips and knees across London at an even busier time than usual, with potentially 2 DC in tow? I mean how?
Added to which MIL can arrange for her and I to stay with a friend overnight - but she doesn't think she can accomodate the children.
Why do I do these things? Why?
Twat!