The Idiocy
They arrived late Friday. My father had to leave the trailer in my driveway over night, but not caring it was almost 8pm (girl's bed time, 30 min to boy's)... he started unloading. We have 2 couches on our porch like rednecks (because we can't make arrangements to dispose of them due to the visit). I don't like being redneck. DESPITE all this, I've said thank you and have been nice and positive.
Yesterday my husband came home from. There was a lot I had to discuss with him about what was going to happen (English/Spanish barrier). My parents kept interupting me and distracting me to the point my husband had to yell at us. My husband was basically left in the kitchen neglected and I feel like shit for letting that happen.
Let's also point out my husband gave up over time and had to beg the owner of his store to let him have all his days off in order to visit with them. I told my father my husband's schedule. My father didn't pay attention. My father never listens to a word I say.
So my kids went to their local grandpa's in part because of my son's autism (routine is healthy) and in part because my father in law is a widower-retiree. They (kids and him) live for each other. In the meanwhile, we had been waiting for my father since noon (hope he'd come sooner than promised 1pm). See where things start falling apart?
My father shows up at almost 3pm. He parks his car and starts wandering around my driveway. I don't know what is wrong with him, but when he gets to a place, he doesn't get out of car and go in, no he circles his car like he's lost and confused and doesn't know where his asshole is. (Sorry but this is fucking annoying, when you have 3 dogs you are trying to keep from rushing the door and are waiting for peiople to enter.)
AT THAT MOMENT... My father in law is in the road, waiting to get in my now full (because of my father's van) driveway. I point out my kids are being deprived entry to my father and he stands and stares at my father in law's van like "Is that a tiger?" I have to yell and then my father starts moving his van in a way that can only be called a dance because it is ineffective. Eventually he tries being effective and drives on my lawn. We freak out.
We lived in a trailer park that has made us paranoid about sewer and water lines for life (because if you parked off the grass there, you could repture one of those and the cost of repairing that is multiple thousands of dollars we just do not have). My husband was freaking out and so was I and I told him if something went wrong he'd have to pay for it. I am so frustrated by his stupidity at this point I ask if Grandma dropped him on his head after he was born.
Maybe I did not do the classiest thing int he world, but I haven't seen my kids in over 24 hours (and I always worry until i see them again whole and hear what they did --- yeah, as much as I love school I feel relief seeing them come back home as well).
My father flips my statement on me saying he must have dropped me on my head for me to say such a thing. He demands my stepmom into the van and drive off. (Oh and yesterday I left my candy corn in that van... I want my candy corn. It was our first bag of the year & hunny and I only got 4 pieces each from it.)
Anyways... This happened about 1 hour ago. I'm not mad. I'm exasperated and going "Well, of course..." with an eye roll and shrug. Maybe he's going back to Miami right now. I don't know.
My daughter left to play with her cousin. My son is playing DS. My husband is watching tv. Me... I am writing this sighing and just going "I'm so glad for every bit I am not likie him."
Oh, and I didn't mention how my husband had to cover for my father to my son, so my son's feelings wouldn't be hurt. My father didn't even thank him for that.