right. massive me and mil rant coming up... sorry, not even said welcome back to our grandes dames, lady and rubes
right... so the mentalist pil live in north wales, blinking miles away from us, a 4.5 hour drive, and mil still works 2-3 days a week. the rest of the grandparents are retired. (she only works because she needs to feel important and can't bear to be in the same house as her husband for too long).
dh has been asked to do some work next week which would mean he would be out for the afternoon and possibly evening - meaning it would be my first time alone with 2 of them at bedtime - bearing in mind i'm not supposed to lift anything heavy, that means bath and bed is basically buggered. so we need to find someone to help out. mil OVERHEARD me on the phone talking to dad's ladyfriend, asking whether she and dad could come down to help. as it is, they are busy, so no, they can't. however, before i know it, mil has WITHOUT EVEN ASKING ME ABOUT THE CONVERSATION SHE OVERHEARD, spoken to dh, told him she can rearrange work and they could come down on the wednesday, help out on the thursday and then stay a bit longer. she has NEVER YET actually asked me about it. but dear lord, 2 x 4 day visits in less than 2 weeks??? give me strength.
unless they are desperate to come down and see the madams again (which no one has mentioned, because that would be WEAK, for mil to admit she actually WANTS to see her granddaughters, oh no, she couldn't possibly do that), it seems like using a sledgehammer to drive a nail in. dh is only going to be away a few hours - i'm sure i could get a friend in to help, but no, dh is so terrified of his mother's wrath that he is dithering about what to do. he also says that if we say to them they cannot come down, but then get my dad and ladyfriend down the following weekend (as they will then be back from portugal and want to come and see us - seeing as they haven't seen us since the birth), his mother will be upset.
i cannot bear this woman's passive aggressive emotional blackmail of her family. i spoke to her yesterday and all she could do was tell me how tired she was, and how she is working every hour she is given as it is nearing the end of the financial year, and how stupid her fellow colleagues are etc etc etc. i told her i'd been to the doctor - and she asked me what was wrong with dd2. i then told her it was for me and she asked what was wrong with me (don't you just ask if someone is ok and wait for them to volunteer the info should they want to? somethings are personal) - so i told her: i've found a lump in my armpit (true). i kind of wanted to leave it hanging and see what she does with that, what with all its scary implications, but she carried on asking - and basically the doctor thinks it's part and parcel of breastfeeding, and i should massage and hot compress it away. if it doesn't go in a few days i should go back.
ANYWAY. the upshot of all this is that we are probably having the MENTALISTS back again next week (give me strength) for FOUR FUCKING DAYS. i keep asking dh whether i should scout out other people to come over, and he is dithering like a wet blanket. EVERYONE gives into this woman, no one effing tells her to shut up, it's not about her etc etc. she drives me INSANE.
sorry