This is about my husband’s brother and sister-in-law. Just as I think they couldn’t possibly be as bad as I think they are and I am simply being uncharitable, something else comes up which reaffirms my view of them.
They live in a small town about 2 hours away, and we live in a larger city, so they enjoy coming here for shopping, baseball games, etc. but they treat us like we are a free hotel. My first real experience with them was just after we moved into our house. Like literally 3 days after we moved in. They moved in with us, or so it felt at the time. They came over on Friday and spent the night, which was fine, their plan was to spend one night with us and then go to a hotel for the next night or two. We all went to the mall on Saturday and next thing I know, DH is saying, “They spent all their motel money and want to know if it’s OK if they stay with us again tonite.” What was I supposed to say? Then my BIL found out he didn’t have to work on Monday so they invited themselves to stay Sunday night as well. It just went on and on and on, kinda like the Titanic song except without the Uillean pipes. Having people around kinda stresses me out, especially when we were still living out of boxes.
What’s next? Must be this past summer, when they asked us to watch their 4-year-old daughter so they could go to a baseball game. We took her to Chuck E. Cheese and had a great time. But the next day they didn’t leave…again. I ended up entertaining our niece while they played games on our computers. It was finally about 9pm on Sunday night when DH had to go to his brother and basically kick them out. I think they were hoping we’d just give up and let them stay again or something. That’s the night they left the gate open (twice) and our dog got out and nearly got hit by a car (twice).
This past Christmas, we hosted my mom, sister & BIL for Christmas day dinner and we were planning to go visit DH’s parents the following day. His parents live in the same town as DH’s brother and SIL, who were catching a redeye flight on Christmas night to visit her parents for a week. DH’s brother & SIL had arranged to come to our house Christmas night so my husband could drive them to the airport. Fine, no biggie, we just asked them to come down later in the evening so we had plenty of time with my family. About 4pm, as we were sitting down to open presents, the phone rings and it’s my SIL. They had already left home and were on their way, and oh by the way, could we watch their dog while they’re gone? I repeat, they had ALREADY LEFT. I thought of several answers, none of which I wanted my own family to hear, so I handed the phone to my DH (who really is a dear, and in general a much more patient person than I). He reminded them that we were coming to their town the following day, and when she argued back, DH pointed out that our male dog was not fixed and he didn’t want to take the chance of unplanned puppies. She responded with, “But our dog’s not in heat!” I’m not sure what he said to finally convince her, but they ended up turning around and taking the dog back to stay with someone during their absence.
Rumor has it that BIL & SIL are moving to Virginia soon. I’ll miss our niece. 0428-10