If you need to get caught up on the beginning of the saga with part one, click here.
Through all this, my MIL had done THREE loads of laundry. I was confused, I saw them come in with one bag and one tote. Now I know they were on the road for three days, but three loads of laundry for four people?
Fast forward to the next day, when she did TWO MORE LOAD OF LAUNDRY! Can you see me freaking out here? (Not that they could even do the dirty towels they had used?!) They were doing small loads of laundry! I made DH speak up - I was terrified of what was about to happen to our septic system. Yes, I do a lot of laundry, but everything is spaced out. They were all taking showers, doing dishes, all that laundry, of course flushing.... my blood pressure is getting high again just thinking of the waste!
And that's another thing. They weren't even here 24 hours and my trash can was filled to the brim. Normally we end up with about a bag's worth of trash, plus one of pet waste, so we have pick up for one can per week. My can is already full, and pick up isn't until next Tuesday! They are ripping though paper towels - to even dry their hands when there are hand towels right next to the sinks?! - using paper plates when I bought plastic plates for them... oh my gosh, I literally could hear trees crying looking at the bin. (I know you're laughing, but we hate waste here. I bought regular paper napkins for the first time in our marriage before they arrived just for them. Paper towels, we've used one roll in the last year - they went through one roll in 2 days!) Lights are being left on when no one is in rooms... and I am dying thinking of our electric bill. We had even told them we are very careful with our electric and turn things off when they are not in use - chargers are being left plugged in, lights all night long... the TV on 24/7 so far!), and my MIL was like well, we are happy when it's under $250.
Cringe!
Don't even get me started on parenting issues. DH was like, well, that's how she was raised... I'm like Great! That's her, not us. I make the rules.
Did I mention they were using our PS3 and BROKE IT? Cue my fist going into my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I went to the bedroom and cried. Does anyone offer to replace it? Of course not.
So fast forward to day 3, about when I posted I wanted to abandon ship. No one wanted to move, so we headed off for a mini hike (about an hour) which I cannot even begin to tell you how much I needed that! I tried to get DH to just head on out and do something, but guilt overtook him, so we went back to the house to see if anyone wanted to do anything.
TV was still on. Their PS3 now hooked up. I served us some snacks (conveniently, I was down to just two yogurts so I didn't offer any. lol I felt bad though. See? Even with all this I still feel the need to be nice - sigh!) and DH told them we were heading out to Silverdale, and he asked if they might want to tag along and visit some stores and have lunch. His mother, brother and sister said they wanted to, so I was stuck waiting around another 45 minutes for them to get ready. (Did I mention it was almost 1 PM at this point?)
We went to the Goodwill out there, and apparently, they are overloaded on furniture or something, because they had sofas at $3.99, $5.99, etc. Good prices, but trust me when I say, most of them had seen better days. They were what I would expect to snag off Freecycle or something - great for a first place, but I wouldn't even take them free for here. (they made my couch look gorgeous and that's hard! LOL) My MIL wanted to buy one to take back to Texas!
Who buys a $3.99 used, worn sofa to take nearly 3,000 miles?! Luckily my SIL apparently talked her out of it.
I was having nightmares of that ugly green monstrosity sitting out on my beautiful looking freshly painted deck the next week.
So we come out of Goodwill, and I figure I would head across the parking lot to Petsmart and pick up a few things - no, they didn't want to do that. DH said something to them (I honestly didn't hear... I was too busy trying to recover from that couch!), so they finally just agreed to hang out in the truck while we were in there. I went as quick as I could, because they were complaining that they were hungry.
DH suggested Red Robin since he thought they would enjoy it and we explained to them that it's like a little tradition for our family (we go every birthday and our anniversary). Not only did they not seem to enjoy it that much - my burger was really good, so I'm sure the other ones brought to the table had to be decent? - but I don't know. Then don't think this is rude, but I figured that since it was his family and all, they would pick up the tab. After all, they were staying with us and using things around our home, right? The waiter asked how many checks, and she pointed out to my BIL and SIL and said two. OK, not a problem - but when the checks arrived, she left theirs sitting on the table and I told DH later, I really felt like she was expecting US to pick up their tab for them! And even worse, I found out they tipped the poor waiter only $5 off a $45 check. I felt so bad for the guy, because he really was an awesome waiter, bringing us refills quickly and such. I told DH next time we go, since we've gotten this guy several times in the past, that I wanted to give him a double tip to make up for it karma wise.
As we were leaving, they decided they were too tired to do anything else, so they headed back to our house. I was not going all the way out there just for that! So DH and I decided we'd spend the day like any other and did a little other shopping. I stopped by Grocery Outlet and picked up some things to add to making dinner... we made it home about 5PM. I figured I would be perfect timing and could get into my kitchen before my MIL took it over. Once again I was wrong - guess who was making potatoes and meat again? And doing more laundry?
I gave up. I'm like a prisoner marking days on the wall over here. I'm just hoping that they will get bored with our couch and go back home early. Now we were all supposed to join my family for the weekend on the beach - they are complaining about having to take a ferry ride to get there. I told DH whatever they want to do - we're going. And we are. DH was looking forward to doing some fishing with my Dad, and I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!
It irritates me even more so, because this is the first time DH has had three straight weeks of vacation. We haven't even had three straight weeks together since we've been married! If they weren't here, we'd be out camping and we had talked of heading down the coast into Oregon. I know I shouldn't think of "could haves", but boy, it's depressing. :(