They cornered me. That's the only excuse I have for agreeing to it.
What is "It" you ask? Well, let me explain. Long ago, in a land faraway, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law thought it would be fun if our families got together once a month for dinner. To keep the work and cost part fair, it was decided that we would rotate houses and whoever was hosting was responsible for food. I agreed, mainly cause I am all about keeping the peace and refusing would have started WWIII with my SIL. This was to be a fun time to bond as a family. (Barf)
Instead, it became a dreaded ordeal that we avoided until the last possible night of the month. When it was our turn, I spent the day cleaning, cooking and preparing only to have them tromp through my house, including my SIL's 2 boys (now she has 3!), destroying my whole day's work. These people would nosy into our business about everything.
Now, when SIL got pregnant for the 3rd time, she was nauseous most of the duration. Therefore, our family dinners slacked off. Eventually, they stopped altogether. My husband and I began to see them less and less. This was fine with me.
Then, 2 weeks ago, my in-laws called us up and invited us out to dinner- their treat (which should have tipped me off). We met up with them at IHOP and had a fairly enjoyable dinner. It was after the meal that trouble started. Andy and his father went outside to "wait for the wimmen" and smoke a cigarette. That was when they caught me. SIL looks at MIL and me, saying "So, are y'all ready to start our dinner nights again?" MIL agrees, I mumble a non-answer. So, SIL takes this as a yes, looks directly at me and exclaims, "Good! We'll get started this month. January is your turn!"
I was blindsided. Feverish in my panic to find an excuse, I stammered. I honestly think this was a planned attack, cause these women knew that if I had had a moment to think, there would have been a reason to not join the family festivities. But there wasn't a moment. Not even more than a few seconds. As soon as SIL realized that she had me, she changed the subject. Next thing I know, we are gathering our things to leave and the decision has been made.
The in-laws will be coming to my house for dinner. Soon. Fabulous.
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Sounds like a planned attack to me. Good luck. Serve good liquor and maybe no one will notice what you serve for dinner. : ))
eeek...
Premeditated if you ask me!!!
Yikes, I don't think I could handle the inlaws once a month. Luckily, my hubby is not too fond of them either. Though, we both jump at the chance to dine with my parents. I guess I should consider myself lucky.
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