First, rest assured, o faithful blog reader (s?). I am feeling better. There's nothing like getting good and pissed off on someone else's behalf to remind you how much you love them in the first place.
And this weekend was much better than I thought it would be, though not as good as you'd expect weekends to be just by virtue of not having to got to work. Scott canceled our visit with Richie and Sally, for one thing. And although I was initially P-I-S-T pissed that he, once again, changed our plans (without my knowledge, input, or consent), it was hard to stay mad when two whole evenings were cleared up for us to fight, and talk, and discuss, and hang out, and snuggle a bit, too. And what I really needed was time, y'all. So it ended up being just the right thing, if not quite the right way.
I do have to say, though: I am officially challenged in the mother in law department. She was a witch on Saturday, folks. Mean-spirited, condeming, and positively brutal towards her son. Even if I wasn't in love with the guy, I would have had to bite my tongue at the way she treated him. And this, after we brought her a special cake that she clearly resented, after I spent an hour oohing and aahing over her pictures of decorations she's made for Elk's dances for the last decade or so, and another hour looking at the durn things in person. AND after she made a big show of finding ketchup for me to put on my hamburger, as if I was the first person in the history of burgers to think of utilizing that particular condiment.
I keep telling Scott he has to keep his heart soft towards her and try towards forgiveness instead of bitterness. He seems to be doing a much better job at that than I am. I just wanted to shake her, especially when she started NAME CALLING after Scott offered a very honest and gracious apology for a long-ago wrong. I mean, have you ever?
Clearly I will need almost constant prayer intervention about this. Anyone reading this, feel free to put in a good word for me.
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