It came sooner than I had anticipated. We’re only on day 5 of a 17 day vacation with my husband’s parents. We knew we would have some adjustments to make and some personality differences with them to deal with. We didn’t realize how much. Especially with Mom, whom we both love dearly – but at this point can’t understand how Dad has lived with her over 50 years.
Yesterday was a short day with not a lot planned, a rest day of sorts before our final push to Nashville. We went to the Bristol Speedway – and took pictures from the parking lot because they didn’t want us to spend the money on a tour (of course the $4 per person would have broken the bank). We went to WalMart to get some beverages – Mom insisted on giving my husband money for the 2 bottles of Snapple she would be taking out of the 24 pack we were buying – the ones I don’t even like anyway.
We drove through downtown Bristol, where on one side of the street, we drove in Bristol, TN while on the return trip down the same street, we drove in Bristol, VA. Very interesting. My husband kiddingly pointed out it was one of the only places you can by Powerball tickets on one side of the street and Mega Millions tickets on the other side of the street – in the same town!!
When we got back to the hotel, my husband and I decided to go down to the fitness room and work out – and work off some of our frustrations. I was proud of myself for suggesting it. I got in half an hour on the treadmill. It felt good.
We went to Wendy’s for dinner. Something light and simple. But always something negative to comment on – the fries were too salty for Mom, the tables not clean enough – she had to spread napkins out like a tablecloth. She had to clean up after the meal – every item we had moved (salt & pepper shakers, advertising placards, etc) back in their original places. That’s the problem we have with Mom – she won’t admit she’s negative, but she is a perfectionist and always can find something wrong with just about anything. That’s completely the opposite of me – I always look for the silver lining or whatever you want to call it. I believe you call what you think about into your life and I prefer to call the good things into my life.
We bought gas – and I made a mistake. I started to comment on how I hated buying gas from Exxon, what with all the unconscionable records profits they rake in while rising gas prices are killing the rest of us. My husband thought I was finding fault with him for going there (I wasn’t – it was the only place around). He snapped at me and I snapped right back. We were both getting to the edge of our patience after walking on egg shells for 5 days!
We had talked of going to a free blue grass concert in the evening, but I didn’t feel like going now and said so. After an hour or so of talking, my husband and I realized that we weren’t upset with each other, just that we were both upset with his parents, especially his mother. We swore to each other not to allow the other person to turn into either of our sets of parents. We cuddled for a while – our favorite place no matter where we are. It’s so good that it’s portable.
Ultimately, my husband and his dad went to see the music show. I stayed in my room, reading and watching TV. Mom stayed in her room, probably doing the same. I relished the quiet and peace. My husband and Dad really enjoyed the music without the women in tow.
I was sorry to see Marissa get cut from Dancing with the Stars. She had done some amazing things for a heavy girl (and I know heavy, with a BMI over 40). She has been an inspiration. And you can see the benefits of the dancing and training – she toned and lost weight and brought out her inner beauty. And she got all the way to the semi-finals!
Tomorrow we drive to Nashville. Hopefully there will be enough the to entertain Mom (Dad finds everything interesting – much more like my husband and I). I think Mom has a short attention span – maybe ADD – but definitely short attention. After 10 minutes, scenery becomes “just scenery.”
At least my husband and I are back on an even keel. We are, after all, the captains of this ship.