If you read this blog then you know we just returned from a trip to see family.
First off, no - The Girlfriend did not join us.
Man-Child and I told The Husband in no uncertain terms that we NEEDED to arrive on Thursday. Yes, I know the 9 hour drive can be taxing - but honestly, if you've driven six hours and are that close there is no point in stopping. Just switch drivers and move on.
And as I predicted, the MIL was not happy that she wasn't clued in to as when our arrival would be - but ever resourceful, she determined that sauce and meatballs would work for dinner on Thursday or Friday at lunch. There is nothing like Mom's meatballs! YUM!
On Friday, we woke up and headed to Connecticut. Yes, it was only a two hour drive - but after the nine hour drive the day before it felt like four hours. When we arrived, no one was home - but we expected that and had the code to get into the house - where we immediately made ourselves at home. Then left Mom to get comfortable (and sneak in a nap) to scout out where we could find supplies.
Considering none of us (other than Mom) had been here before, all we knew was the way we came in - so we headed out toward the main road that took us into their neighborhood. Little did we know that we came in through the less desirable side of town. We quickly figured that out once we found a grocery store. Which kind of surprised us, since the neighborhood my BIL lives in is quite nice.
Turns out, if we had turned left instead of right out of his neighborhood we would have been in a COMPLETELY different area of town. It isn't apparently clear just how thin the line between the two very different sides of town is - until you come from out of town and make a wrong turn.
When the BIL came home we went out to dinner and caught up. Not long after we returned to the house, my SIL came home and the fun really commenced. We laughed and chatted about their trip to "the shore" (apparently, this is what a beach trip is called "up North"). During the course of our conversation the game Cards Against Humanity was brought up as the game was played during their visit to "the shore." The SIL declared it was an awful game. It reminded me that I had brought a game to play - one that I thought my MIL would enjoy (once she got over the fact that electronics were involved) - Catch Phrase.
Our little family LOVES this game - but rarely get to play as there are three of us. The odds of us having enough people here to make even teams is rare. Even rarer? This is a game that The Husband WILL play without having his arm twisted or threats uttered.
It was decided - we would play. MIL was hesitant at first - because of the electronics issue - but once she got the hang of it and realized it wasn't electronic charades, she LOVED it. It was a wonderful night. We all laughed like we haven't laughed in years. If you've never played Catch Phrase before, you need to play. It is hilarious. Throw in some adult beverages and it ratchets up to insane hilarity.
On Saturday, we all pitched in to get things ready as the BIL/SIL were expecting about twenty-six people to show up for the mini-reunion. The BIL, The Husband and Man-Child all headed one way while the SIL and I headed another - again leaving the MIL to take care of a few things and rest as necessary.
The mini-reunion went off without a hitch - well, except for the fact that I'm an introvert and not one single person in this family is one - plus, they all know each other well and I have only met a couple of them once or twice YEARS ago. But they were all kind and accepting and drew me out of my shell - with the help of some wine.
It's funny, I just viewed a picture of all of us that the BIL posted to Facebook - MC, me and one other in-law are oddly out of place in this clan as we are all obviously NOT Italian. I told The Husband - you can EASILY see who the non-Italian in-laws are! He found that hilarious.
After everyone left, we all prepared for bed and while doing so I promptly dropped and washed a contact down the sink (perhaps one glass of wine too many? Maybe). This became a problem only because I neglected to bring a "just in case" pair - which I had thought about while packing and promptly forgot because in all my years of contact wearing, I've never lost one!
On Sunday we headed back to Mom's - all exhausted and out of sorts from the night before. The Husband and Mom both napped heavily that afternoon. I almost drifted off several times but woke myself each time because I knew I needed a good night's sleep for the next day's trip home.
Poor MC (oh, okay - me too) suffered from the lack of Wi-Fi at Mom's - but we powered through it somehow. We were offered a brief reprieve while at BIL's but it wasn't enough to stave off the withdrawal symptoms. Between the two of us we read quite a bit and played several rounds of Rummy.
Monday dawned with the realization that we needed to get back in the car and face another nine hour drive. It wasn't pleasant. And this is our problem with our trips up North...we can never seem to arrange them to have more than a day or so without spending extended periods of time in the car. This time we seriously tried to plan it better - but with MC's ever changing schedule it just wasn't possible - maybe the next trip.
Plus, this time, I couldn't drive - even if The Husband was willing to give up the wheel - because I was stuck wearing my glasses - which are at least ten years old - and so far out of date that I don't feel comfortable driving with them. I mean, I probably could have drove during the stretches where construction/traffic wasn't present (which was few and far between; particularly in PA - that state has a LOT of construction!) - but really, I shouldn't drive with them. This was particularly apparent after we arrived home and I put in a new pair of contacts and realized just how tired my eyes were from straining to see just the closest objects on the road while sitting in the passenger seat.
So getting new glasses is now added to my ever growing To-Do List.
I have to say, I am one lucky gal. My co-worker tells me stories about her in-laws; particularly her mother-in-law; that sends shivers up my spine. My in-laws are pretty awesome; particularly my MIL. She made it perfectly clear that we need to visit more often and I happen to agree.