Evil Forces
So I started writing for our novel. Back it up, a group of five of my friends decided to write a book, basically a collection of essays about being daughters, daughter-in-laws, cousins, granddaughters, anything really. Basically about being girls and dealing with families. So I starting writing a post about some crazy family antics, and I realized that there is a cliche about having an evil mother-in-law. I don’t actually have a mother-in-law, she passed away while I was engaged to my now-husband. And I doubt anything she would have done would have fallen into an evil mother-in-law category; my biggest beef with her was that I had no idea what to call her. Mom seemed to be too much, and it seemed disrespectful to call her by her first name, and yet her last name seemed to formal. It ended up being one of those situations where I would just try and get in front of her to ask her a question, and that seemed to work.
Anyway. I realized that I do have an evil mother-in-law. In fact, I have a super evil mother-in-law. Basically, I think my mother and my father-in-law join evil forces and create my super-evil-mother-in-law. And this isn’t to say that they sit on the phone and plot evil plans. In fact, although each of them can drive me crazy in their own special way, I have to believe that individually I could tolerate them. And most of the time I don’t really have many problems with them. It’s just that when I do have a problem with one of them, the other either feels left out, or decided that I need just a smidge more angst, and ups the ante.
So I have to believe that all of this is just making me stronger, or perhaps is training me to be really freaking nice to my future children-in-law. Although I have to say, I’m not sure how much more family drama I can take in life. A girl can only screen her calls so much, you know.
I have learned that the best way to deal with a super-evil-mother-in-law formed from a crazy mother and father-in-law is a big old bottle of wine. So in case anyone out there is having some family drama of their own, I highly recommend some wine and plopping in front of the teevee for a lovely evening of relaxation. And look for our book to come out, so you can laugh at our struggles.
And thank God I have a family I care enough about to have drama with. Otherwise I’d just be some drunk watching bad teevee, right?
