home after successful b'day outing. Thanks for well wishes.
yangy love your pics. Marsha can't see yours but have seen your ds2 and he is super cute. Glad last night went well.
so, i feel the need to explain re SiL. It's ridiculous but the fault of the fam, really - 2 girls, v.different have been set up their whole lives as the clever one, the pretty one, the sporty one, the steady one, the flighty one, the creative one etc etc. Theer is a definite sens ein the family that there are 2 types of women - successful ones who are perhaps less attractive to men and pretty ones who make great wives mothers and home makers. This has been borne out by fact that nice SiL (who us pretty but in less obvious busty way) married later, went to uni, has not had children and runs successful bsiness. Cow SiL is girl next door pretty, big boobs, pg and married by 21, no education, has never had a job apart from once for a ski season. Great taste with interiors etc, fab cook, all of that.
Kids started to grow up, focus of life shifted somewhat. DH massively busy with mega-job, keeping family in lovely manner. Things started to unravel. She got bored, dissatisfied, felt unappreciated. did the textbook thing of multiple affairs. Dh committed suicide. Kids in teens, no longer 'needed' her, also felt much anger at her re dad's death.
In the meantime, previously devoted bro has hooked up with chick from other side of the world (me) who bucks all the family trends by being bit of Jill of all trades - reasonably clever, reasonably attractive, reasonably adept at home and family life. Then I go and have a couple of children and much is made within the family of how 'well' I carried, how good my pregnancies and labours were etc etc. How I 'manage' to be a SAHM whilst still looking ok, working a bit, making birthday cakes etc.
MiL goes on about it a lot, it's annoying but I do think she is being genuinely admiring. SFiL goes about it waaaaaaay too much (slightly sleazy) And SiL sits there with face like a slapped arse. Stupid things like when Dh mentions something daft like winning the mums' race at sports day and SIL gets all agitated and says Well I always used to win the mums' race...." There have been lots of occasions where, say, MiL has asked to read something recently published, passes it to SiL who reads, makes face and throws to one side, refusing to comment. That kind of thing. Tis very silly as I am hardly breaking records for fabulousness and am never likely to win a Booker Prize (I wish!!) But there it is. A potted history of petty behaviour!!
okay, am going to upload some cake pics after all that!!!