My mother-in-law offered to come out and “help” us with the boys while I write my exams this week. I was vehemently opposed to this offer and left it up to DH to decide. I informed him that he would see even less of me if she was here. Her idea of help: rile up my two-year old, maybe do a few loads of laundry in between, and then complain that she didn’t come out here to “work.” Last time she was here, she seemed to forget that there was also a baby to take care of. Her “helping” would be old after about 2 days and then she would just be another thing to worry about.
Some classic MIL lines:
“I didn’t take time off work to wake up early every day…” Um. Then don’t come visit the house with two kids under age 3
“What do I look like, your maid?” Um. Your son and his wife are both students, they have two kids, and their house looks like a tornado has gone through it… all the time. When you come to “visit,” your help is
I could go on…
Needless to say, DH decided that he would kindly decline his mother’s offer to “help” us during this ridiculous time.
I thought I dodged the horrible, unwanted visitor bullet…
But then Flo arrived. Yes. Flo. Darling Flo. What better time to arrive than during the worst stress of my life. Makes sense?
Flo also brought her even more despised buddy, Herpie. He tried to come earlier in the week and I smacked him hard with drugs. Apparently, my trigeminal nerve houses some super-potent herpes virus, because he came back… with a vengeance: Despite the super potent pharmacologic intervention, he poked his nasty head out again. I hammered him some more and he seems to have chilled out a little. I guess he’s happy because he managed to make a small mark on my face this time around.
So, here I am: First day of exams, bloated, cranky, achey, bitchy… I want chocolate. I want soft, delicious carbohydrate, and I’m surrounded by all this Christmas deliciousness (but I don’t want to gain back all that baby weight I just finished losing). I also have a herpie on my face. Perfect.
Maybe my MIL would have been a better choice…