I will catch up. But I am the fucking worlds best wife. I should win an Oscar for my latest performance.
Dh picked me up from work. (I may have borrowed his credit card today and reared myself to some lovely clarins things. #classicemotionalspender)
We drove to the airport. There was traffic. He was stressy. I was nice and calm. He stresses more. Because I’m not kicking off.
I carry Ds into arrivals. Mil is there. She rushes over. Hugs for dh. Hugs and kisses for ds. No acknowledgement of me. Tries to take ds off me. I ask ds “do you want to see GRANDMA?” “Look there’s grandma” etc etc emphasis on GRANDMA. She takes ds away from me. He screams and screams and screams “oh dear” says I “come back to mummy” then once I’ve got him back “safe now with mummy”
Mil looks like thunder. Ds only cried because it was echoey and noisy. We get in the car. Mil goes for the front seat. My seat. I get in the back next to ds. Wait until dh has driven off and say “I’m surprised you wanted the front seat mil (and use her full name not her preferred shortened version) I thought you’d want to sit in the back with ds”
Dh takes us to pizza express. Mil complains because loud and noisy and full of kids. It’s a beach location (most southerly in the uk apparently) its mostly a glass building. It’s 6pm on a half term Friday. Duh.
Ds sits in a high chair. “Where’s his purée?” Mil asks. “He’s has food. Mum fed him early” I say. “Mum and dad have him two days a week...” we order food. Mil wants to give him garlic bread. Ffs. I’d have been ok with it had it not been so full of garlic. I couldn’t eat it. And I love garlic. It got sent back and taken off our bill.
Pizza arrives. Ds grabs at mine. So I cut the crusts off for him. He’s eaten toast and eaten bread and tomatoes. So I figure it’s fine. He got fussy in his high chair so I had him on my lap. Pizza express man is super helpful and takes my pizza away brings it back all cutted up. We smile nicely “there she goes again” says mil “flirting with the staff” (dh was impressed the guy even thought to cut my food up for me! - have sent a quick email saying thank you and mentioned it to the manager on leaving). I smiled the whole time.
Handed ds over to grandma. He smeared his tomatoey hands all over her and knocked her red wine onto her white jeans.
I’ve been wearing a white top all day. No tomato on me...
Bloody love that kid. Also no wine.
I drove back to mils friends. We hugged. She looked thoroughly confused. And pushed me away. And dh is super twitchy now. I reckon he thinks I’m up to something.
Ems 1. Mil 0.