The Impossible Happened

My in-laws popped in.  To see The Hubs, Naomi, and I.  When she was 5 days old.  Completely unannounced.

The Hubs and I were very much looking forward to spending our Sunday getting the house together and doing some cleaning (neither of us relaxes very well when the house looks like a tornado swept through), watching some football, and taking care of Naomi.  I had JUST finished breastfeeding, and was on the phone in the bedroom when I looked out the window.  My in-laws SUV.  Noooo, couldn't be.  Do a double take.  I call out to the Hubs, who appearently was doing the same double take from the sofa in the living room?

They were, in fact, in our driveway.

Shit.

Looking back, we totally could have snuck out the back door, and LEFT THE HOUSE COMPLETELY, with out them noticing.  Seriously.  We have an extra car, and it's parked in the back driveway. We could have taken the baby and escaped.  Hindsight is 20-20.  And a  bitch.

Anyway, they came in, made themselves comfortable, and ruined our Sunday afternoon.  They came in bearing several large boxes.  In these boxes were chairs.  For the nursery.  MIL went out and bought us a wooden rocking chair AND an upholstered glider.  We didn't ask her to, and we told her we appreciated the gesture, but we already had a glider being delivered to the house (my own mother's mother and aunt had already asked if they could buy us one).  FIL just looked at me, shrugged, and opened up one of the boxes with the intent to put it together right there in the kitchen.  I spoke up again, and asked him to keep it in the box, since we didn't have room for another rocking chair.  Seriously?  I mean, it was very nice of them, but who buys someone not one, but TWO pieces of furniture without even asking? 

They stayed, SIL held the baby for a hot minute.  FIL didn't even touch her.  MIL finally decided to hold the baby right before leaving.  Speaking of leaving, that was the best part of their trip.  They stayed from about 2pm to 5pm, when we were supposed to be at my parents house to celebrate two of my brother's birthdays.  Everyone was there, along with their girlfriends, my grandmother, the whole nine.  And we didn't show up until after dinner, and I felt like shit about it. 

A few days after their surprise visit, I was speaking to MIL and SIL and hinted at the fact that I would prefer they call before visiting next time, as the house was a mess, and I was still bumming around in pajamas.  MIL assured me that she doesn't mind if the house is a mess, hers is too!  AND she spends most days in her pajamas (ew).  That's great, if you don't mind...I DO!  I care if my house looks like a pig sty, and I prefer to be presentable if there is company coming.  Just another fine example of how MIL is mostly concerned about herself, and doesn't give a shit if she pops in on a new mom with a seriously newborn child. 

Lesson learned:  ALWAYS look for the escape route, and keep your options open.