last week he decided he was going to go to the farm and do some work, but then got there and found it was too wet. uhm, duh...geee.....they dont have weather forecasting where he's from? honestly.
initially he was going to stay at the sil's for a few days and then ours part of the time, but he wasnt sure when. by tuesday of last week we had no idea when or if he was intending to stay here. well, if you ask me, that's pretty rude. either you want to stay here or you dont.
he postponed what he was planning to do and decided he was going to come this week. he says he's coming tonight and he is staying with us. no asking, just telling us he's staying here. ask me how pleased i am with that because i will be tracyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ed to death for every waking hour he's not meddling at the farm. i asked ch if he knew if his dad would require supper and i got the "i dont know" dance which is so common to the family. i'm pretty sure that the sil knows exactly what is going on and is pissed he is staying here when she could have him doing things on her big assed list of things to do. oh yeah, the sil makes a huge list of "to-do's" for her dad and hands it to him when he gets there. she insists he stay there and cites her list as a reason. personally, i see her wanting to control every aspect of the visit and doesnt want her parents out of her sight, or them randomly visiting us without her supervision. in fact, i bet tonight she shows up here under the guise of having a beer with her dad just so she can monitor the visit. what's even more appaling is that the fil has told me that i should start making a list because the sil and the other useless sil make lists and hand them to him, so in his mind that is perfectly acceptable and he doesnt think there's anything wrong with it. well, just because those two useless assholes tell you what to do and you tolerate it, does not mean that i will tolerate treating you that way. i can not imagine bossing my own dad around like that and handing him a list of things to do, so why in the fuck would i treat someone else's dad like that? i just wasnt raised to be a boss to older adults, and if that separates me from my inlaws, then so be it. i'm perfectly ok with being the anomaly.
so he's coming tonight and will ask me how much i vacuum. in the last week or two, i havent. tough shit. then i know he's going to somehow find out about the shingles missing off the roof and go after me about fixing it. what he really will mean is that he wont fix it on this trip but will have to return with the mil in tow and stay here and do it then. i pray that ch says nothing to him about it. i know he will put on his shoes and go downstairs to check our furnace and humidifier and then comment about it. i just have no idea why anyone has the compunction to put shoes on and inspect furnaces when they walk into someone else's house. the fil does tho. then he will come upstairs and grill me on the furnace fuckery and why things werent working and then he will notice that we dont have a digital thermostat, and will demand to know where it is and may or may not install it. if he installs it, he will spend hours demonstrating it to me as if english wasnt my first language. then if i happen to program it in a way he disapproves of, he will critique me for it. he will actually scroll through my programs and then comment on how i've got it programmed so often etc....so basically if i dont have a mirror image of his design, then he's going to find fault with it.
oh yes, i forgot to mention that if he installs the fucking thing,
and then he will go after me about the garden. it will be questions about what i've planted (which i dont mind answering) and comments about how i should finish it off and do it just like the bil and sil have done. well, no. i want to do what i want to do and the rest of them can fuck off. the other day i was telling ch i wasnt quite finished with the borders and wanted to make them curvier and then he started lecturing me about how i'd better do research first before not making straight lines because there might not be curvy bricks out there. uhm, what? of course there are curvy bricks out there....just look around the neighbourhood, you dick! and it's funny to hear him criticise; the king of all laziness in the world. he's yammering away and finding reason to critique and in the meantime he wont lift one shovel blade to help or carry and place one brick in the soil...yeah, fucking easy to sit back and critique and make up things to bitch about when you spend your entire day trying to look busy, but are really just drumming up things to be nasty about. sil, i'm addressing you in that last sentence, too. dont think for a second that you're fooling anyone but yourself...same goes with you, ch.
(aside: fuck, we bought another tree for the yard and ch conveniently disappeared when it came time to dig the hole and put it in the ground...seriously....motherfucker went and cleaned the jeep out to assuage some guilt while i fucking toiled in the sun to put the tree in. and he came out at one point when i was doing something and WATCHED and didnt offer once to put the shovel in the ground or take over....chivalry is completely fucking dead around here....as is repect, courtesy, or consideration. 12 years and it feels as if we are completely dead....)
back to the fil: if, by the grace of god, he leaves early enough in the mornings and returns home later, i wont have to see him. i suspect the sil will want to throw a family dinner at her place tomorrow night because the uncle and cousin will be staying there and she will want us to see them. of course under her supervision. naturally. i'm going to make a point of missing that family fuckery, mark my words. i dont care if i'm so hungry i'd pick out of the garbage...i wont go over there. inevitably i end up sitting literally on the periphery on her rickety stools from ikea (aka "CRAP") while they all chuckle and guffaw amongst themselves telling jokes and recounting stories only they'd get. forget it.
so i have no idea if the fil needs dinner tonight or not. i'm not making shit all for him. i'm going to yoga, cooking my own dinner, and going to bed early. fuck it. i'm not a fucking slave and my house isnt a fucking hotel.
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