Quick update

Good morning! Today really feels like a Monday since we spent yesterday in the car driving home. I'm so glad to get back to routine! This weekend was just crazy and frustrating.

Let me start by saying that I love my dh and his family.

But they drove me crazy. First the whole pregnancy thing. MIL kept feeding me, petting my belly (which is not even noticeable through clothes most of the time), and slapping my butt (she has always done this. It's some sort of sign of affection. Meanwhile, I felt like a football player.) FIL kept talking incessantly about the baby. They're going to move to PA to be closer to the baby, they're going to buy a new car for the baby (they currently have a Mustang. There's no way that a car seat will fit in there), so on and so on. I know that they are excited, but I'm just not up to all this attention. And, I have to admit, the idea of them living so close really makes me nervous.

Again, I want to say that I love my dh and his family.

Another thing that drove me crazy was the fact that the three of them were speaking Italian the entire time, and I had no idea what they were saying. It used to be that they at least tried to speak some English, or that dh would translate so that I could be included in some conversations. But this time, I was completely left out (which was particularly annoying when I knew that my name was mentioned). I'm not sure why I even went on the trip at all.

I love my dh and his family.

My MIL doesn't understand that the rest of the world is different from here, and that that's ok. They never go out to eat. Ever. But since we were out of town, we had to. MIL wrinkled her nose at everything. I swear, she looked just like a three year old! We went to an Italian place. I ordered pizza, and offered her some because she didn't seem to be enjoying whatever she ordered, and she wouldn't eat it. IT WAS EXACTLY HOW SHE MAKES IT AT HOME!!!! Chopped tomatoes, mozzarella, sausage, basil...she wouldn't even try it. We went to TGI Fridays, thinking that there they can even just get a simple steak. MIL decided on the chicken tenders, because she recognized the picture of fried chicken on the menu. Then she thoroughly complained about how she had to take a Pepcid to avoid heartburn because of the fried chicken. Um, so don't order it?? Oh, and she made fun of whatever I was eating every time, too. Apparently, she's never even seen onion soup.

I love my dh and his family.

House-hunting was the straw that broke my back. I drove the SUV with dh and his family in the back, and the realtor in front with me. I thought that this way, dh could translate (which he never did, they just spoke amongst themselves.). It looked like we were really making some progress, we saw the one house again, and everyone agreed that it was a great house. Every other house we saw, dh and FIL compared to the house that we liked. I thought that all of these were good signs. Then we walk into he last house of the day. It was a nice house, but not what we were looking for (or so I thought). Dh decided that he really liked this house. He kept saying how it was in move-in condition--we wouldn't have to do a thing to redecorate right away. Umm, did he notice that every room had some sort of calico wallpaper in it? The kitchen would have to be redone, and I know that he's completely aware that I want a full bathroom on the first floor. This house had none of these things. It was nothing like what we've been looking for. He liked it because the interior doors were solid oak, and there was a separate office on the first floor. But what's more important, having a full bathroom so that when our parents need to be taken care of, we can? Or solid oak doors? So, dh and I had to talk.....

He just can't figure out what he wants. I have to admit, that I blew up at him a bit. I told him that he could buy that last house if he really wanted to, but that he'd have to tell his parents that they'd have to be in a nursing home when they need assistance. I think that got my point across. He admitted that he has no idea what he wants in a house. WTF??!!! After all this time, after all these trips to look at houses, and he doesn't know what he wants?????

I love my dh and his family.

So dh has a job to do. He has to figure out what the F he wants, and what his priorities are before we go back again. And I'm going to have nothing to do with any of this until then. I feel like we've just been wasting time, which he disagrees with, but I still feel that way. I know that my time has been wasted.

So I'm glad to be home. And I'm glad that dh is at work today and that his family is at their home, in another state.