Today is the first workday with the in-laws gone. I am both happy and sad that they are gone. As usual, all I know is conflict. They had a really good time while they were here and I know that Z really enjoyed himself. He had constant attention from them and it gave us somewhat of a parenting break.
Here is a rundown of what they did:
So that brings us to July 4th. My parents, grandma, brother and his parents were all at our house to celebrate the big day. We grilled some chicken, made baked beans from scratch, Nana brought banana pudding and my parents brought homeade potato salad. I had bought a bunch of fireworks the day before on my way home from work. I had single and double artillary shells, roman candles, sparklers, some weird ones that shoot sparks up and some party poppers for Z. We played in the inflatable pool, ate dinner (by this time I was already starting to loose it), HH took me aside and TALKED to me to help me get through it, they ate banana pudding (I was being talked to at the time), waited for it to get dark so we could pop the fireworks in the cul-de-sac. It got dark, we set some chairs out, HH held Z while my brother and I started shooting the artillary shells. Z didn’t seem to be too fazed by them but my inlaws started doing the hovering thing. Grandpa took Z away from HH because he was “scared”. It went downhill from there fast. One of the double artillary shells exploded in the tube and the neighbor came out and started flipping out about how her kids couldn’t go to sleep because her windows were shaking. We decided to relent and started with the sparklers. HH set up a row of sparklers in the sidewalk crack for Z to watch. He lit them all and Z was enjoying himself watching. HH took Z from grandpa and was holding him so I went to give HH a sparkler to hold while he was holding Z. HH’s mom flipped out and yanked Z away from HH and started going on and on about how irresponsible that was of me. We ended up getting into an argument with her sometime along the way calling my brother and I pyromaniacs. She claimed Z was shaking to death he was so scared and my mom eventually got a chance to hold him and said he wasn’t shaking at all. HH’s parents eventually took him away and took him inside to go to bed. We went down to the lake and finished our fireworks. The neighbor stared at us until we left through their kitchen window. We had an okay time at the lake and we came back where my parents left and we were pretty much given the silent treatment by his.
They got up early and said maybe 10 words to me before they left. They will be back for Z’s birthday, wonder what kind of danger they can find there and how they will show their disapproval of how recklessly I am raising Z.
After the 4th, I can’t wait for New Years. Maybe everyone will be over for that one too!!!!!
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