Okay, get ready for the holiday rant.....first of all, Mr.RN tells me his parents are coming up to visit us for Thanksgiving-which is fine, I love them! Then we think they're not coming. So, I go ahead and schedule some work days for the week of Thanksgiving-Wed., Fri., and Sat. 12 hour shifts, mind you. Then we find out they are going to come in to town after all! Which is still fine with me; I'm off on actual Thanksgiving, and I love cooking, and they can either entertain themselves or the husband can entertain them while I'm at work. All is well.
Then, about 4 weeks ago, MIL talks to her sister in VA, and they think, wouldn't it be great if we all drove up to VA for the holidays?? No, it wouldn't. I work Wed, and would probably get out of the hospital around 8-then a 4 hour drive to VA, and a 4 hour drive back the next day, and I work the next 2 days after that? I don't think so-I flat out told the Mr. that it wasn't happening, and he informed his parents. Life is again well.
Then, last night, MIL calls and says, well since we aren't coming to VA, MIL's sister and her husband are coming to Raleigh for the holidays ( they have kids here and will be staying with them), and they've decided that everyone and their dog should go out to dinner on Wednesday night. That's fine, but they will be going without me. See, I'll get out of the hospital between 7:30-7:45 pm; then I catch a bus to the park and ride lot, which means I leave Chapel Hill at 8, which means I get to Raleigh 45 minutes later. Then, I have to start work on stuff to be cooked the next day. And I doubt that 11 people want to wait until 9pm for me to get home and change to eat dinner, you know? So, Mr.RN tells his mom this, and she immediately starts in on how much the sister wants to see us, and can't this work, and what exactly do I have to get started on for the next day's dinner, and would Friday night work better? Again, no, because I doubt people want to eat at 9 pm, and even then I have to work Saturday morning. So, she's whining, and he's repeating this to her over and over until I'm about to grab the damn phone out of his hand and tell her myself exactly what's going on. Needless to say, I am not going-and I'm fine with it-and my lovely MIL will be getting a sweet reminder about my work schedule when she gets into town.
It just drives me crazy-don't make last minute plans!! I plan my schedule for work 6 weeks in advance, and unfortunately this is one week were no one is going to be flexibile about changing shifts with you!!
I'm sorry this is so long-I'm just ready to wring MIL and her sisters neck-I mean, how damn many times do I need to spell out my schedule for you??
