Long story VERY short:
We were going to PA the first weekend of May (2-3) for my goddaughter's first communion. Marc's known about this for months, although the Y chromosone apparently served as a synaptic blocker and he remembers none of our conversations about this. His Mom asks him if we could celebrate his birthday that Sunday the 3rd. He tells her that's fine (It's NOT)
I told him that we had to go visit my family that weekend, and it's been planned, and we had to figure something else out. Well, his mom is in a very "delicate" state of mind right now because of the whole Parkinsons thing and everyone is walking on eggshells around her. She called Marc up last night and is laying on the guilt with a shovel. She's been whining about how she hasn't had Marc's birthday on his birthday in the last two years (Outright lies... I checked my blog. We were there last year, and the year before we saw them right before we left on our cruise)
So now Marc and I are fighting over this... I'm not being flexible enough, and he wants to go in a seperate car up to PA so he can leave me and come home to spend his birthday with his family just to make his mom happy. I hate that idea. i don't want him to leave us in PA...
Oh, and she doesn't want to watch Anya for us while we go away because we're going out of the country. Which she was FINE with the other day, according to Marc. She claimed that she thought we were still going to Niagra Falls when she agreed to it. It's too late now.. we're booked and it's too late to cancel. I just think she's taking it out on me, and making me suffer.
Hate to break it to her, but the umbilical cord was detached between her and her boy a looooong time ago.
