Most of you are probably going to think that it's too early to be thinking about Christmas, but since we're hosting my family this year, I asked Hubs last night whether he wanted to go to his mom's or his sister's, or if he wanted to find a day to invite them here. I apparently wasn't specific enough in my suggestion that I couldn't handle everybody at once, and he called his mom and she's coming to stay from Christmas Eve through Boxing Day. And his sister will show up, boyfriend and enormous dog in tow, whenever she feels like it.
My MIL is not the devil. I have to keep repeating this to myself. She loves my kids, she is generous to us, and the fact that even thinking about her spending two nights here, two months from now, is making me yell at my children, obsessively clean the stove and my skin itch, well, I guess that's my problem. The woman is negative, she knows exactly which buttons to push, and I don't enjoy her company. I get defensive and angry and paranoid and crazy, whenever she's around. Whenever I even contemplate her being around. I don't want to list her faults, because I have more than enough of my own, but she once gave me a diet book for my birthday. That's just the kind of thing she does.
I think I need to get medicated. Maybe a secret bottle of Valium would take the edge off things for me.
Planning, however, is the key. I need to have everything done, every single detail laid out in advance. I know from experience that despite his best intentions, my husband is going to let me down. He won't help with the shopping, with the cleaning, with the wrapping, or the cooking. He will promise to do it, and then when he doesn't and I go bat-shit crazy, he will become the injured party, because I'm crazy, and those things that I think are important to do are just "crazy and obsessive". Hmm...I think there's another post right there.
Anyway. I'm rambling. I fear for my mental health.