The weekend with my in-laws is still bothering me... probably because of my pg hormones. I need to rant & I would like some feedback. Am I just too hormonal or what? I'm sorry this is so long but it is driving my crazy.
Here goes the story of my weekend...
Sat from 3-6 pm we went to DH's nephew's 3rd bday party (45 min away). It was a nice, small party at DH's younger sister's home. We were able to visit with MIL as well DH's older sister & her DH too.
On our way home we went to a local fair to let DD enjoy some of the free activities like the petting zoo & 2 shows. We had a great time but got home way past her bedtime.
Sun we were invited to MIL's home for dinner (1 hour 15 min away). The dinner was planned last minute & due to other circumstances I didn't feel like I had a choice but to accept the invite. I knew I would probably be doing too much & I was really hoping Sun could be my recovery day relaxing at home. :cry:
Here's where the drama starts...
We arrived at around 4 pm and MIL/FIL were able to see DD for an hour or more before anyone else got there. DH's older sister, her DH & their 2 older teen children came in time for dinner. Dinner was good and it was nice to visit with everyone again. After dinner MIL wanted everyone to go outside (they have a huge yard... multiple acres). DH & the teens started playing bocce ball. The others took turns entertaining DD. I sat in a chair & watched.
DD started getting restless so MIL & DD went down the driveway. I'm not sure why they ended up so close to the 45 mph road but they did. DD took off running & was about 5 feet in front of MIL... when MIL caught her she was only 2-3 feet off the road. At this point, I went over & told them "we don't play next to the road". So they came back up where everyone else was. :angry4:
* I should mention by this time... I feel like crap. I'm tired, my back is hurting & my right side is starting to hurt. I later realize I'm having contractions.
** I should also mention that MIL has been having some health issues and severe pain in her hip. She didn't have any business chasing a toddler around the yard when there were other options. We could've stayed inside or hung out on their very new & very nice deck. Either of these options would've contained a toddler easier.
DD started getting even more restless and was starting to not listen. She kept wanting to pick up the bocce balls. After getting up to chase her down three times, I took her inside (after 2 warnings). She was unhappy to say the least. Once inside, I realized the gates for the stairs were down. While trying to figure out how to work one of them, DD found a partial can of soda on MIL's coffee table. She spilled it on the table & the carpet before I could stop her. Since we were the only ones inside, I had to clean up the mess while carrying her. I never figured out how to put the gate up. After realizing, it was 8:30 pm (DH & I decided prior to arriving that we would leave at 8:30), seeing how tired my DD was & generally being 'over' her toddler attitude, I went to the door & yelled to my DH that we need to leave.
DH finally comes in the house & has no idea why I'm insisting we leave. He gets all huffy about it because he didn't realize how tired DD was or what time it was. His behavior was beyond annoying but something he does around his family. :x
Here's what really ticked me off... I told MIL that DD is tired & we need to go because she isn't listening. She tells me that DD is fine & that we need to stay because she wants to do fireworks after dark. I told her "No we are leaving!" I also told her that I'm tired too. She tells me that they never get to see DD (she just saw her the day before) & it was a special occasion (not sure if she meant DH's bday which is today or the 4th of July). I took this to mean that my feelings really don't matter. This isn't the first time that I've been treated poorly & I'm sure it won't be the last.
After saying proper goodbyes to everyone, we finally get in the car around 9 pm (remember we are 1 hour 15 min away).
I finally realize driving home that I'm actually having contractions. We finally get home around 10:30 pm. I get some water & lay down while DH puts DD to bed. The End.
Moral of the Story... Now I realize that I wouldn't have been so snappy & short with DH or MIL had I been feeling well. I didn't realize that I was having contractions at the time. I'm also irritated that after finding out that I was having contractions the family barely showed any concern. I told DH that it is pretty sad when people you've never met show more concern than family.
So, what do you think? Am I too hormonal? Or am I aggravated for a good reason? Either way, hopefully I will feel better getting my rant over with.