Call Me Crazy
I drove over 6 hours to my husband’s step-sisters wedding this weekend and stayed with my in-laws. Alone. With a 5 year old.
My husband ending up having to work at the last minute and being as though our son was in the wedding it was important that we attend. After a few promises of cleaning the carpet and a big Christmas gift we were headed north and my husband was enjoying some peace and quiet.
Hearing the familiar story about how my father-in-law sprained his ankle 20 years ago and it has caused him problems ever since is painful. The biggest laugh of my weekend came when he proceeded to tell me about some tendons he tore in his knee the other week and how his chiropractor “fixed him up.”
This visit provided a new realm of entertainment. The wedding was the usual chaos:
Bride doesn’t invite her mother’s family causing hurt feelings. Bride decides the ring bearer should be at the church 4 hours before the wedding. Bride catches groom drinking shots before the wedding and threatens to call it off 5 minutes before the wedding. Bride’s 15 year old daughter is only 12 years younger than her new step-dad.
You know…the usual.
The kicker was when my father-in-law escorted me down the aisle to a pew and had me sitting 8 rows back. Really I didn’t care where I sat, but the idea of sitting 2 rows behind his adopted brother (whom he just met a few months ago) was kind of insulting. Shows where I rank.
I didn’t drive 6 hours, spend the weekend alone with them and wrestle a 5 year old at a church for 4 hours to sit behind his long lost brother.
I’m pretty used to my in-laws odd nature. I make it a point not to drink the water when we visit, because I’m convinced that is why the are all crazy.
But then again this is the man who thinks navy and black are one color.
My name is Emily. I’m 30 years old. I have often been told that I ask a lot of questions, but I think I have more to say than ask.
crazy!
It just doesn’t get any classier than that outfit. Did he have a mullet?
If you’ve been by my place any Saturday in November, you know that I am your brother in inlaw suffering.
It sucks when they don’t even make an effort to let you know where you stand in the overall scheme of their hierarchy (I learned that I rank below my SIL’s boyfriend, who they don’t like and expect to dump her in the new year).
But kudos on catching the sock picture. That rocks.
I’m laughing right out loud!
It’s in the water over here too lol! (the crazy that is)
Thanks for the giggle. I took my two little boys to a wedding by myself once. once. as in never again!
Ah yes, the crazy in-laws. Mine arrive tomorrow for the week. I’m thrilled.
I hear ya girl, I hear ya.
My ‘ex-in-laws’ were very upset that their ’society’ girl was marrying an ‘Indian from The Point’ that they boycotted the wedding. They never did accept me. They made a great fuss over my son though, but that’s probably because both my ex’s brothers are gay and not interested in raising kids.
Mine arrive today. Armed, I’m sure, with 500 articles they found online about health, especially prostate health. As I’m pretty positive I did not come with a prostate, I don’t need prostate health articles. And really, what can make a better Thanksgiving that discussing prostates over our turkey and mashed potatoes.
That reminds me. I need to hide all the glue. FIL has this tendency to find loose things in our house and glue them, including a towel rack to the bathroom wall. A towel rack that I will never ever be able to remove now.
i LOVE the classy navy sock.
sorry about your weekend–sometimes the in-laws can be quite a challenge (hence, my absence this thanksgiving while the huz goes out of town on friday…ahh peace and quiet!)
The sock shot, made everything alright..if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry and it just isn’t worth it. Must be the air…I’m having a similar time. I can’t seem to make sense at what’s going on around me with my family…however, after reading about your weekend..I’m just going to ignore my feelings and move forward.
Thanks for helping me…
Dorothy from grammology.
you deserve a medal or something. there’s NO WAY i would do that!!!!
OMG. Navy and black. And oh, the shiny shoes…um was he in the military? har har. Loved your post, I would have been re-heally pissed to be sitting 8 rows back too. In Laws are *so* thoughtless like that. I love to vent about mine on my blog too. Especially my MIL, thankfully she’s in England for at least the next 6 months, so I’m spared her subtle ’snide’ commentary from the sidelines. Loved your blog. I’ll be back!
Funny - I read your post with interest. Wedding can be a comical drama of life. What did you do; point your camera at your father-in-law’s feet while he wasn’t looking?
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