I’m the bad guy, as usual
Today is of course 4th of July, and our town has a fireworks show that begins at 8:30. My MIL had been desperate for us to join her and the rest of the family to watch the show, which I had previously been open to doing since we usually keep a semi-flexible bedtime schedule with our 18 month old.
My daughter woke at 4:30 this morning and has been up since, I’m tired, she’s tired, there’s just no way she’s making it that late today. It sucks that it had to be this way today of all days, because I was actually looking forward to showing her the fireworks, but it would just be miserable. No point in even trying to stay for just half an hour because MIL always guilts us into staying much longer.
Anyway, had to tell her we wouldn’t be coming after all and she was not happy. She kept asking over and over and said I was being mean preventing my daughter from seeing the show and that she’d love it so much. Like I’m sorry, I get it sucks, but I know I will end up regretting it and who would be the one that ends up dealing with an overtired cranky toddler? Me, not her.
Of course, I’m the one that’s now the bad guy. She hung up in a grump and said she feels so sorry for my daughter that I’m not allowing her to come. Cool, I’m sure she’ll totally miss something that she has absolutely zero idea about. This happens quite frequently with MIL, she seems to have no concept of naps or bedtimes, just expects us to be able to bring her wherever and whenever. It’s always me that’s to blame, not her son of course. Sick of it tbh.