Said they would come in November for the Pseudo-Military U Special Parade (same parade as they have every week, but with... more people?) so they could celebrate Tatoe's birthday, which happened last week.
Are they coming? Of course they're not. My MIL decided to go to some local quilting thing. Or maybe they couldn't find somewhere to stay because it's a Special! Parade! Weekend! Or maybe it's because my MIL went to the doctor and is now having a mildly worrisome Thing (she once drove to Alabama with sepsis for my brother-in-law's tenth (I am not making this up) pilot graduation ceremony. Or maybe their niece quarrelled with her sister about dog-sitting her sister's dog again so they couldn't possibly ask the niece to watch their dog (I am not making this up either; this was their excuse once; once it was, seriously, that it might SNOW. It. Might. Snow.).
For bonus points, Dr. S mentioned this in front of Bug, who cried.
Let's ignore the part where their only two grandchildren are waaaay less important than a stupid parade which happens every week and twice some weeks. Let's ignore the part where Dr. S and I have a combined total of two jobs and two small children, and they have no jobs and no small children. Let's ignore how there is no way in hell we can go there for any of the nobody's-working holidays because I am due December 30th. I'd just like to say that I refrained from saying anything snarky about how clearly superior my parents are.
Anyhow, my point is, I am over caring even one tiny little bit if they have a relationship with my kids, who have two other grandparents who love them enough to actually come see them. Dr. S still tries to take the kids up there to see his parents at least a couple times a year, and I understand his motivations, but the road runs BOTH WAYS. Also, it irritates me to no end that they cause my spouse so much heartburn, disappointment, and grief.