My father-in-law is visiting this weekend, just Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. My mother-in-law is wisely staying home. Whew. I think we all need a little (a lot?) more time before she comes to Boston again.
So yesterday I call my brother-in-law, who lives at home with the in-laws, to congratulate him on finding a job. (He just finished law school.) I leave him a message. He calls back and leaves me a message saying thanks, and oh, by the way, Dad had a really hard week this week so could you be sure he gets plenty of rest and good food while he's visiting you? Be sure to take good care of him, OK?
I have to say, my caretaking priorities are as follows: me, GH, Maddie, and Riley tie for first. Everyone else is a distant second, third, fourth, fifth . . . If my father-in-law needs to rest, he's coming to the wrong place.
People just don't get it. They really don't.