More of the SS Grad Weekend

We stayed with my mom during SS graduation weekend. She is 69 years old and was in pain (ended up being cellulitis).  Part of what ticked me off over that weekend had to do with what happened in her home every night, what I didn't finish when I posted about that weekend.

My stepkids came by each night we were there and stayed until well after midnight (the last night, it was after 2:00 a.m. when they left).  My mom is not feeling well and is in pain, she is sleeping on the couch because she refuses to allow us not to have a bed (and claims that's where she usually sleeps because she feels safer being able to see the back and front door in her big city).

She is falling asleep on the couch and they all have their butts planted in front of the TV watching ghost or zombie movies.  The first night, I give DH a look to let him know it's time (past time honestly) and he gets the TV turned off, they go home, and my mom is able to go to sleep. It's about midnight by that point. I figured DH would know the last night how things should be based on the first night, right? Apparently, not ticking off his kids is more important than not ticking off his wife or being rude in somebody else's home.

MY adult SD brought over half a dozen inappropriate movies to watch the last night.  DH informs me we may have to give her money for them since renting them is expensive. Um, no. We didn't ask for them, they aren't appropriate to watch with our younger kids, and they should have decency enough to know they can't be up all night at my mother's home watching crap. Then they start watching them.  My mom goes into her area in her living room to read and go to sleep and I go into where we are staying but can't fall asleep. I can hear the swearing every other word coming from the movies in the room I'm in.  Oh, so wonderful. I say something about the language but who am I? I'm nobody this weekend apparently. If I had somewhere to go, I would have left. I was so angry. My mother manages to go to sleep and I am awake and pissed off until about 3:00 a.m.  I am up by 6 a.m. because I just want to get everybody packed up and head home.

We left the next morning.  Like I said before, it was a long 4-1/2 hour ride home.  My DH doesn't seem to understand why I put him in the doghouse. Really? It was so BEYOND rude!! It wasn't our home. My mother is 69 years old and sick.  Your kids are thoughtless and inconsiderate and you let them be that way in my sick mother's home because you won't parent them anymore.  That doesn't make your behavior any better than theirs. Give me a fricken break.

If he wanted to spend all night with his kids, take them into the park across the street and talk.  Take them onto the beach at my mom's house and talk. Don't plant your butt in front of the TV each night for hours. Gawd. That can be done at home, not on vacation.

What the hell happened to us? We used to be united and what I thought or felt was taken into consideration. Not anymore.