Recap of my so-called disengaged holiday
My in-laws pulled all the usual punches. MIL and her covert narcissism. FIL her bi-polar, pill popping flying monkey.
Prior to Christmas, FIL brought skid over. FIL has a revoked license from the DUI/Child endangerment charge last summer - he is not supposed to be driving. He’s also wearing an ankle monitor. When MIL sent me a text later that evening, I told her, just between me and her, that I felt it was an incredibly irresponsible thing for him to be doing, that it was also setting a bad example for skid (FIL joked about how he was not supposed to be driving in front of skid - it was incredibly uncomfortable to watch). I also threw in there that it was disrespectful to BM, too. MIL stated “Yes, just between you and me, momjeans” and “this was a one time occurrence, so...”
BS. He has been driving all along. Still is. Apparently, I care more than DH that his father is doing this. Whatever. I’m over it. I’ve voiced my concern and that’s all I can do.
Christmas Day, DH is scurrying around the house trying to find the batteries he bought. MIL and FIL jump up. MIL says “Grab your keys FIL” and he smugly replies “Oh! I can’t drive. You KNOW I am not allowed to.” Total passive-aggressive exchange right in front of me. Thank goodness, DH finds the batteries.
You’d think the grandparents would focus on our children, the ones they hardly ever come to see, but no. MIL goes on to talk about drunk BIL. How they drove 8 hours with skid to go be a faaaaamily, spend time with drunk BIL’s toddler, and look at apartments - because drunk BIL has been kicked to the curb once again. Drama.
Skid did not disappoint, too. For an 11 year old, obviously I do not give her enough credit, as I think she’s fully aware of the things she needs to say to try and push my buttons. Excessively talking about BM isn’t tolerated in my home. At one point, I go to check on DD4 playing in her room. I peak in to see MIL sitting on the floor next to skid sprawled-out on DD’s bed. As soon as she sees me, skid says, while motioning she has a phone above her head, smiling and taking a selfie...
“Mimi, did you send those pictures to my mom?!”
MIL: “No, Which pictures?”
Skid: “You know. ALL THE ONES WE TOOK!”
MIL: “No. I didn’t.” (MIL is now staring at the floor, feeling the glare, and unprotected because her flying monkey is in the other room)
Skid: “Well, you should. My mom said to take and send lots of pictures!”
Newsflash. BM is too busy enjoying a child-free Christmas to be bothered.
Also, I’m upping my disengagement in 2018.