Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The first incident

After a 2 hour partially snowy drive, we arrived at our weekend destination for Operation 50th Anniversary at a snowy resort up north. We were the first to arrive. My father in law (who is a sweet man), had booked a block of rooms for everyone. We checked in, got a key and some complimentary Starbucks coffee, and settled into our room.(aka unpacked) The sun had just set, and we had (note the word had) a beautiful view out of two picture windows on the 7th floor in the hotel's tower building. I was reading (blogs), Sean was relaxing, the kids were reading. The kids were so excited to see their cousins.

After about 1 hr passes, there was a knock at the door. Then a glimpse of firery red hair, accompanied with a sneering beady eyed surveying face. First thing out of her mouth:

"Oh, so THIS is what you get when you get here first? Our room is soooo much smaller."

Sean: "Mom, this was the room they gave us, we had no idea there were different rooms."

J aka Reds: " No, no, it is fine, I mean it's only our 50th anniversary." Walks out of the room.

Alissa: "Is Grandma taking our room"?

Deb: "Sean, your mom is pissed. Go in her room and talk to her. Just nonchalantly offer to switch rooms, and I'm sure she'll politely decline. After all, we have 4 people, and they only have two. We've already unpacked. It's just polite on our part."

Sean leaves. Comes back in a few minutes with both parents. Sean's Dad, also "J" says "J, they have 4 people in here. It will be a good room for the cousins to play in. We only have 2, and our room is plenty big."

Reds " Yes, but this room has a really nice view. I think we'll take it."

Next 15 minutes:

We're packing, moving across the hall, moving their luggage. Evan is crying, I'm shushing, all while composing this blog post in my head. We get into our new room, and I see a refrigerator in it. I tell Sean "Hey, it's not all bad, we've got a frig."

Sean: "Oh no, she'll take it." Starts to unplug it and carry it.

Knock on door, red hair appears again. "Sean, where's our refrigerator?" "It's ours and we need it."

Me through clenched teeth : "He's lugging it across the hall for you now. He's probably got a hernia too."

Reds: "Good."

And there begins the weekend of narcissism.

13 comments:

Megryansmom said...

Wow, your MIL IS the person my DIL thinks I am. Looking forward to the rest of the story. WOW!

♥georgie♥ said...

OMGosh wow...I am speechless and you are more gracious than me...I am not sure I would have offered...one of the perks of getting their first lol...cant wait to hear more

jill jill bo bill said...

She apparently dyes her hair red. The rule to be a redhead is to be nice. Did she not get that memo?

Megan said...

What on earth were you thinking? A woman like that will most certainly take that room! You go back in there and leave the photo and frame behind the dresser--curse the room forever!

By the way, I had a dream last night where I was hanging out with all these cool bloggers I'd met. And there was Megryansmom... with Meg Ryan. Random, I know! :)

kwr221 said...

OMG! =:0


.....can't wait to read the next incident.;-)

The Dental Maven said...

Perfect. Now run up the room service bill to her original room. Hopefully she didn't tell the front desk that you switched.

Christy said...

What?! Wow, you are a really nice person! I would've been like, "too bad, so sad--we got here first!) OMG--you even had to pack up your stuff! That rots! I hope the rest of the weekend turned out better.

bernthis said...

oh God, what a nightmare. I know that hate is a strong word but I hate my Ex MIL more than anyone in the world and I wish her nothing but misery.

What a fucking nightmare.

The Blue Ridge Gal said...

Ya, my MIL hated and still dislikes me very much for divorcing her son 31 years ago....she just keeps forgetting that he was the alcolholic, drug using, smack the wife husband that he was.

As for your week-end.... I can't say as I would have even attended. What a *itch your MIL is.

DI
The Blue Ridge Gal

Mary Moore said...

I'm glad my MIL is only a little like this just some of the time. Yikes. The patience you must have!

Stesha said...

Do you want me to switch her shampoo with hair remover? Just ask and I am there.

Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha

Annie said...

Your MIL sucks. Pooey!

Soxy Deb said...

Oh hell no! You must be a serious peace keeper cause I wouldn't have put up with that.
Your a kindler, gentler woman than I.