Mother of four trying to figure out how to deal with the "Rudes" of the world and keeping her sanity at the same time.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
It was the MIL's birthday yesterday. Oh my gosh, it was so...well, once again: RIDICULOUS! She gets up in the morning and says in the card her husband gave her, she didn't like what he said and thought it was really rude. What he had said was that since they were going to go to a restaurant that gave a free burger for your birthday, dinner was on him! (ha ha! He was trying to be funny.) Apparently, that was really rude. But instead of talking to the guy she's been married to for 50 years, she just fumed over it and talked behind his back. So when it was time for us to go out to dinner, she's acting all mopey and jerky and everyone's all do you really want to go? And she ho hums and says yeah, lets go. So we go. We get there, we get ready to order, the waitress comes around and MIL refuses to get anything. She. Won't. Eat. She won't talk to anyone for the rest of dinner. She's just being a witch and feeling sorry for herself over nothing. Honestly, I would hope by the time I was sixty something years old, I would stop acting like a little child. (And I know what I'm doing isn't childish at all. Whatever.)
I'm Mormon, I'm a Mom, and I'm passive aggressive. As in, when something's dealt to me I react passively, but all the aggressive parts get replayed in my mind over and over and over...time to get them out!