Power Wheel battle over!

Yesterday afternoon, I get a call. Hubs was out to Walmart to buy a carpet cleaner because the kid threw up all over my car, and I was home to tend to said yacking kid. I was not even going to to answer the ringing phone, but I was able to see it was the in-laws. What the heck, I was already in a mood, bring it on. 

I answer the phone. Conversation plays out (somewhat) like this...

HearTheirEverywear (HTE): "Hello?!" (Said with a mix of haste and surprise)

Father-in-Law: "Hey, Hon!" (Yes, that is what they refer to me as. Makes me sound mean doesn't it?), "We wanted to know what ya'll were up to today..."

HTE: "Well, we are home (brief explanation about yacking kid and not getting any errands run, and Hubs being out getting a carpet cleaner. When I get nervous, I talk too much...). 

FIL: "We thought we would bring the car (the infamous Barbie Jeep) over today. Have you eaten? Well, we would like to bring ya'll lunch too."

(Well at this time I am feeling really bad about sending bad ju-ju via the Internet about them)

HTE: "Well, OK. (Hey I am 7 months preggo, I would not turn down food from anyone!)

FIL: We'll see you in a hour.

I note the time, because now I have been promised food and am now hungry. It is 11:30AM. 12:30PM is not to late, I can snack, I will be cool. The kid is sick, so she is not hungry, and Hubs will eat any time. Now that eating is off the slate to be scheduled, I have to clean. My in-laws seriously believe we live in a slum house full of filth. Considering it is still close to Christmas, our house is full of gifts that have yet to find a home. So the rush is on to put everything away. I have 1 hour and counting to clean, mop and vacuum (at least the down stairs....)

After the fastest, most frantic hour of cleaning my house is spotless! During this time, Hubs is home, and instead of letting him get to work on cleaning my puke car, I make him clean too. I mean, the house looks like Southern Living could have showed up any minute. We are sparkling! So, we all take a minute to relax on the couch. 

A minute passes, 2 minutes pass, a half hour, then a second full hour. To tell you the truth, I am not surprised. I should have known this would happen. It always does. THey offer up something, but it is under their control. Evidently, this includes our (my) feedings. 

2 and 1/2 hours later the arrive. Lasagna and Barbie Jeep in tow. We are polite, but hungry. I figure, we;ll all sit eat , get the car our of their SUV, thank them and send them on their way. Wrong. So wrong. 

After eating, they decide to ask my sick kid if she would like to go ride her car. OK, quick trip around the driveway. Wrong, again. After the Jeep ride (and about a hour of DVD filming later) they push her to ride her bike. Then her scooter. Then she wants to ride her trike. 

All the while MIL is commenting on how they wish they could watch her all the time and how she needs to come stay with them tonight and maybe for a few nights. They "need" time with her. Maybe she could take the Jeep back so they could continue the day at their house. What part of sick kid who is on antibiotics do they not understand?!

Just because they gave me a few shirts from Walmart, 2 pair of shoes 2 sizes to big and a pair of fake diamond earrings does not mean they get cart blanch of my kids life. But does the kid understand this? No. All she knows is the Nana & Pop who buy her anything, let to do anything and eat anything she wants. Who would not want to LIVE at their house?! Seriously, I wish I was their grandkid and not their DIL. It makes me (mom) sound like a total and complete biotch to say no. You know, because I am concerned about my child health and well being. Silly me.