Sod it I am am going to carry on moaning about her, she will go on all night about her sodding cats, if we do have to go to the hospital and we're not here in the morning, I know for a fact that to get DS up, fed, washed, and dressed will be far beyond her capabilities, she might manage to get him a chocolate bar out of the fridge for his breakfast and stick him in possibly something along the lines of a pair of shorts (it is October FFS!) and a pyjama top, which she will moan to high heaven about because I don't iron What an awful wife/mother I am who can't even be bothered to iron clothes....
I am feeling much better now!! Nothing like a rant about my MIL to get me in a good mood!! LOL
DH has just rang, she isn't coming, 'how would the cats last with out me for a night?' she said to him, FFS, she knows the situation we are in with this, she knows we have no one to look after DS when ever the time does come for labour, and has said she would come up if we have any sort of notice whatsoever - this is the f*ing notice.
DH is really angry with her, he has said a few things I think he will regret when all of this has calmed down, which means she has 'won' because she is now the victim, and of course I am sure it will be my fault in here eyes, when it comes to getting it sorted.... GRRRRRRRRR, SHITTY F*ING FARTY CRAPPY HORRIBLE BLOODY WEEK!!!!!
So so so sorry - really I am!