It’s DD’s birthday tomorrow. She’s horse mad so for her present we’ve got her tickets to a major show jumping thing tomorrow. I got the tickets yonks ago when they first came out
She’s also been taking part in a jumping competition over the last few weeks - its a series thing - you have to get clear rounds at certain heights in X amount of events in the series to qualify for the final event which is on Sunday.
It’s FiL’s 70th Birthday the middle of August. A few weeks ago MiL messaged me to say she’d spoken to DH’s siblings and they’d decided we were all going away for a weekend to celebrate as a surprise for FiL, somewhere nice with a spa and a nice restaurant - the only date they could all do was this weekend.
DH rang her, explained our plans and suggested we meet up for the big dinner on the Saturday night as the showjumping thing wasn’t a million miles away from where they were staying (which is a couple of hours away from our house) but we couldn’t stay the night as we had to be out super early on the Sunday morning
MiL kicked off massively - called DD spoiled, that FiL was ‘more important’ and all sorts. DH dealt with it and that was that
She rang last night and started having a go as soon as I picked up the phone (DH was out) what time are we getting there, we need to get there by 4pm at the latest, how dare we not stay the night at the hotel, we were ruining everything, it was FiL’s 70th and that was more important, etc, etc
WIBU to stick to my guns? FiL is lovely and it is his 70th, but then DD is very excited about tomorrow and has been working towards Sunday for weeks