I will not smack my Mother-In-Law

Ok, I might smack her, not too hard. She is still grieving after all.

A lot of you have heard me complain about how my In Laws are certifiable RedNecks - borderline white trash???

Yeah, well here is a perfect example.

I came home yesterday, and my SIL was at my house. (She cleans for me twice a week, and I pay her for it, and it makes me happy. For at least the first hour I'm home on those days).

Anyhow, my SIL was sitting on my chair, and I was calling my MIL to see if the funeral home had given her any special Thank you Cards, or if we were just going to buy them ourselves. We had received a lot of gifts and cards, and I wanted to get a head start on completeing the Thank You's.

She wasn't home, so I just left a message. My SIL (who is sweet as pie, but kinda on the dumb side), said "MIL wants me to run her to the store"

I was like "wha??" "What are you talking about????"

She said, "Yeah, MIL wants to get some poster board, like the kind you use for garage sales, and some stakes. We're going to make 2 signs, one for her yard, and one for ours, that says "Thanks for your gifts, thoughts and prayers. Isn't that better than sending Thank you cards?"

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I stood up, walked over to my front door. I stretched my neck while I picked up my ciggerattes and lighter. I turned back around, and looked at her as I opened the door.

"DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, TAKE HER TO BUY THAT STUFF. I'LL HAVE DH TALK TO HER."

SIL just looked at me with this blank kinda puzzled smile. She said ok, I won't.

It's better if I do the thinking for them. At least they listen. That's one step better than my dogs, or my kids.

So, is it because he's a redneck or......

So every single morning, during the week, I follow the same routine. I have followed this same routine for the past year. I get up at 5 a.m., get my shower, do my makeup and my hair. Then I pack the diaper bag.

My husband's only job is to get the kids toast and chocolate milk ready, then to get my son up, change his diaper, then load him in the jeep. I then get my daughter up, and get her ready to do to the jeep, and then I load her.

Last week, he was gone all week, so all of the above duties fell to me. No big whoop, I'm getting use to feeling like a single mom most of the time.

But he was home this morning. When I got out of the shower, and got dressed, I came out into the living room, to see my husband, fully dressed, and snoozing on the chair. No breakfast has been made, no chocolate milk has been poured, etc.

So I, instantly furious, ask WTF? Is the diaper bag packed, is the milk poured...

He looked at me and said, well, you didn't lay the cups out for me...and I didn't know.....

UMMMMM.....HELLO?????? Is he a part of this family? Has he lived with us for the last year???

NOTHING HAS CHANGED. Nothing. So is it because he is lazy? Is it because he's a redneck, and just assumes that I, YES I, BECAUSE I HAVE A VAGINA, will do everything????

Uggghhhh....and he wonders why I have to take anxiety and depression medication