My MIL rang today and is seriously hinting about coming to visit us this Christmas. Actually it's past hinting really. She's organised respite care for her mother whom she looks after (I do use that term loosely!) for a month with the intention of coming here, but knows well enough (I hope) not to turn up without an invitation.
She hasn't had an invitation for some years.
I can't handle her, and am always popping some Nurofen within a couple of hours of being here. Even hubby gets a migraine within a few hours of her arriving. She is at the top of the list of why we moved across the ocean in the first place. My husband admits he can't think of one single person who wants to put up with her, yet he is feeling guilty and bad that we are not offering an invitation.
Our boys would prefer to leave her rather than take her, and I'm not sure they even give a stuff about her. I feel she has brought that on myself. My own mother has said there is no way my MIL is staying with her!!!
She has a good heart, but you can't get a word in edgeways even if you are blatently rude to her, she's weird, she's a fruitloop, she's a trollop (not kidding I mean that literally) and unfortunately she has had an awful lot to do with the break-up of my husband's first marriage, not to mention the marriages of my BIL. I'll try not to get stuck on the phone with her cause after 1/2 an hour of her going on with all her problems (which she brings on herself) I'm ready to send a hand grenade across the telephone line!
Oh God, sorry to vent but the week is just getting crappier. It can only get better.