Yesterday, I visited mum and dad. It was nice, my dad is adorable and sweet in the most dysfunctional way ever. I love him. Mum is mum, I love her, but it needs a little more effort from my part.
Today we travel back to Talca, with my MIL. 3 hours of dull conversation inside the car. Gosh, the woman is boring!
I fake being asleep like for 2 hours to avoid talking to her. I discovered something funny while faking to be asleep: hubby gets bored with her too. He will never confess it, but I know my man, and I observe their interaction while he thought I was sleeping.
Here are some jewels of my MIL fascinating conversation:
1. It's raining...(Well, duh, there is water falling from the sky)
2. There is fog....(I haven't realised e wwere surrounded by a dense fog)
3. Winter will last until September 21st. ... (Erm....erm...well, doesn't we live in the south hemisphere?)
Honestly, what I'm supposed to answer to such idiotic conversation?:
Yes, it's raining.
Wow, there is fog.
Winter is here.
I have no patience with idiocy.
I don't need an intellectual conversation but please do try not to talk such inane things.
I guess I'll stay late at my office this week to avoid her.
Just one last whine: Is there a way to call MIL in the English language that doesn't involve the word mother?
She hates me. I dislike her. She is not my mother by any means. I'm not her daughter. She avoids greeting me if there is no one to witness her rudeness.
Spanish is a much better language. "Suegra" is not a sweet word. Suegra is an ugly word, with no music on it. No pretence of anything, it doesn't suggest any bond apart from being the mother of your husband.