So I've never really gotten along with my egocentric, toddler tantruming, whiny, entitled in-laws. Neither does my dear spouse. And they've always played favorites because Dr. S doesn't play along with their inconsiderate and coercive games. They disrespect every boundary we have. They have spent the last ten years being rude and disrespectful, and throwing a tantrum every time Dr. S and I establish reasonable adult boundaries (no, a one year old cannot go to dinner at 7 pm; no, the tantruming child does not get ice cream; no, we cannot drive ten hours with a nursing baby but you're welcome to come here, retired people). They have a chronic inability to get that dairy could actually send me to the hospital and are always insisting in going out for a cheeseburger (while I either stay home or starve- in my cosmos, not feeding people is a cardinal sin). They drove down to Alabama for BIL's pilot graduation, but here is 'too far'. The only good thing is that it is Dr. S's job to enforce boundaries and he does with extreme prejudice. They visit once every year or two; I go along with it because I don't want to cut my boys off from them- for the children's sake. I mean, one day they'll be gone and I don't want to have to explain why I never let them see grandma and grandpa.
My parents are wonderful, helpful, and reasonable, and only drive us nuts about once a year. They also understand that dinner is 5:30
So my SIL, who is delightful, is pregnant. Just a little pregnant. After many years of infertility, and I'm genuinely delighted. I very much hope they'll be holding a screaming baby in January.
My MIL has not bothered to come see Sweetpea, her only granddaughter and the third of her three grandchildren (the astute reader will note that I have three kids). But she is already planning to FLY TO KOREA in January.
No, dear, I DON'T think you should take the kids to see them in August after all.