I’ve had enough. Yes that’s right get out your inlaw punching bag out and get ready for a workout. Now before you go assuming things, I’ve actually been pretty well behaved. I’ve forgiven but not forgotten everything that has happened surrounding the twins births. I’ve even gone back to taking photos at ‘inlaw family events’. For me the taking photos is a big step. I view photography as a glimpse into how one sees things, and that you need to be happy taking photos of a subject or else it’s just not going to work, which is why for a while I couldn’t physically bring myself to take photos of the inlaws and their family. It took awhile but I do believe I am back to taking photos of them. Or maybe I’ve spoken too soon?
Why the possible reversion back to holding a grudge? Lollies, a lack of respect, and a refusal to leave things in the past. If there’s one thing that really irks me, that would be the constant lolly giving to Jack & Lewis. Don’t get me wrong I don’t mind the occassional lolly being given to the boys but only occassionally, and not lolly bags being handed out every single time the boys go around for a visit. They don’t get lollies at home, and they know that they aren’t allowed but yet they go straight to MIL and ask behind my back, becuase they know that she’ll give them what they want. This was emphasised at a family birthday party the other week. Jack hadn’t eaten his tea before the party, and he was told that the consequences were that he wouldn’t be getting any cake or lollies at the party. Of course we get there and he’s immediately asking for lollies from MIL, in which I put my foot down and say no bloody way. Her response is that oh come on, let him have one, I can’t stand to see him cry. Yeah what you mean the crocodile tears. At this same party Lewis was quite upset because he’d been asleep in the car and had to be woken up to go inside for the party. He’s a boy that doesn’t like to be woken up and it can take up to an hour of crying and sooking before he’s ok. This particular time had him upset and searching for some daddy cuddles and reassurances. I was cuddling him and giving him kisses, and he was calming down to the point where he’d stopped crying. Next thing I know MIL is ripping him out of my arms, even though I said we’re ok, which upsets him even more for the next half hour. It’s as if I’m not even there and that I’m not important.
Currently MIL is overseas in NZ, and she rang the other night for the first time in about a week and half. Not to speak to her own daughter or anything, but to speak to the boys. Jack is first on the phone and the first thing he asks is if she has lollies for him. Oh please. Through it all I feel for my gorgeous wife. Her mum never rings just to speak to her. It’s always only about the grandchildren, but yet she can’t seem to get enough of her other daughter. It pisses me off. Obviously she still holds a grudge.
Note: Sorry I’ve been a bit neglectful with this blog. I’ve been a bit busy with the other one, and of course with the family
