*sigh* MIL's

My MIL kills me. We haven't seen her much lately, which, is just fine with me, because I enjoy her as much as I enjoy getting a pap smear, which in case you're wondering, I don't enjoy at all.

After we found out the baby was a boy (well, now it's may be a boy) all she could talk about is what if it was a girl - the things she planned on buying, the name she picked out. Uh, hello MY baby? Don't I get to pick out the name? I mean I know she's always wanted a girl, and I feel her pain, but maybe she should have tried for more kids. She did only have one.

Then we're out to dinner and she told the waiter I was pregnant. Which is fine, I don't care. But then she follows up by "Yeah, some day we'll be in here and this whole table will just be surrounded by grandkids." Really, Mary Anne? Who will be having these kids? Because I'm done.

And OK - I really may not be done. But I'm not telling her that, because I know if I do, the second this kid comes she's going to be pestering me to get pregnant again. No, thanks.

Then we go back to her house. They know full well our money situation. They know how tight it is. They have not even asked what they can get for the new baby. And OK, so it's not their job too. I can't complain about them being over-involved and then complain when they actually butt out of something. However, sitting at their house, my MIL starts talking about cribs. And I get a little excited. Cayden's crib was recalled and we used the money we got back from it to buy his toddler bed. So, we're without a crib. I'm trying not to worry about it - Cayden slept in our room for 4 months after he was born, so if this baby comes in December, and does the same, we won't need a crib till April. But, hell, if she wants to buy it, that excites me. Cross one more thing off the list.

She then turns to me and says "Well, what kind of crib do you think I should buy? I was thinking about putting it in that back bedroom."

....She wants to buy a crib. For her house. Her house that my son was never at, especially when he was an infant. Her house that my son has not done any over nights at. She wants to buy a crib for her house that in reality my child will never use.

And again - it's her money. I have no say in it. But I was just beyond floored that she knows we don't have a lot of money, she knows we don't have a crib, and yet she'd buy one for her house that the baby will never use, before buying us one.

Whatever, lady.

Then last night we were discussing Cayden's birthday party. I wanted to make sure to do SOMETHING this year, since it's his last year as an only child, and I'm sure from here on out we'll probably only do parties for the "big" years 1,5,10 ect. It's been a struggle though because our house is not nearly big enough to hold a party at - even if we invite JUST family (and since Cayden actually has a few friends of his own this year, I really wanted to make sure I invited them.)

We went back and forth about what to do. Places that threw parties were expensive, but at least we'd have some place to do it. Still, with needing to buy baby things, it's hard to justify dropping that much money on a party. My friend told me of shelter houses you can get for free, but then I worried about the weather, or since they're on a first come, first serve basis, what if they were taken?

My friend, bless her heart, offered up her house. That they just redecorated. They have a HUGE fenced in backyard so if the weather is nice, the kids can be outside. If the weather is not so nice, they have enough room inside for everyone. She has no kids of her own, so for her to just offer up her house to 12 screaming monster... I mean beautiful children... Well honestly it made me cry it was so nice.

It saved us a ton of money as well. We don't have to rent a place - my mom already offered to buy decorations, we're not doing actual food, just snack stuff and drinks, and cake....

The cake part made me think of Mary Anne. Last year she brought over this HUGE cake for Cayden's birthday. While it was a nice gesture, it was a little frustrating as we had a two cakes AND cupcakes already, so we had cake coming out of our ears, but whatever. Anyway, she went on that it was her thing... She gets a cake for everyone from this bakery for their birthday (only, she's never bought it for me for my birthday... Is that an insult?) So she wanted to get Cayden one too.

So I suggested to Jeremy that he call his Mom and ask if she wanted to do the cake for his party. She didn't have too, but at least I would know we wouldn't be swimming in cake again.

She agreed to get the cake, which was really nice. But then of course, that nice feeling couldn't last. She started questioning WHERE we were having his party at. And complaining.

"Make sure it has air conditioning. You guys had it outside last year, and it was so hot."

...It was the end of September, and it was raining. Trust me, it was not hot.

And then you can call it hormones, but I started to go off in the background. Jeremy had to leave the room. But it just honestly ticked me off SO badly. If you have so many requirements for the location of your grandson's birthday party, then you find the location, and you fucking pay for it you old hag. Or offer up your own house. Oh, you don't want to do it, because you don't want that many people over.

She just ticks me off.