DH and I are visiting his parents in the Midwest. His grandfather and uncle came too because that branch of the family is moving overseas and who knows when they’ll be in the states again. FIL kindly rented us a car, and we are staying at a hotel because my in-laws house doesn’t have enough room. I am so grateful for these things, but for some reason it means that I’m driving all 6 of us all over the place for sight seeing. It’s pretty rural so anything we do revolves around a city about an hour and a half away. I love driving typically (DH can’t drive because of a medical issue) but I’m on my last legs. Here’s why.
All of this family are back seat drivers. Google maps is serving us fine but in laws get upset I’m not “going the right way” which is actually longer, just because they’ve always gone that way. DH has tried to stick up for me, to his credit, but any time I make a turn and it’s not the “right” way I hear a sigh and “ooh let’s see where this way takes us...” and surprise it’s faster. They never mention that part.
Uncle (who I never met before) is chattering like a little kid!!! Every sign, restaurant, road side store, etc... “Ooh what is Pen-hams? Is that a chain? Have you ever been there? It is a restaurant? Oh look! A Five guys!! I didn’t know you have them here? Good food there heh. Springfield, next right! Oh no that’s not our exit. Maybe we’ll go someday right?” He also clicks his tongue with the turn signal. I want to mute him. And we’re driving hours every day so it never ends.
My FIL doesn’t want to do ANYTHING. Science museum is boring. Hates art. Doesn’t drink so no wineries, breweries. Wants to drive to this city and walk around the waterfront. It’s almost freezing and his father is elderly. We do this and everyone (including FIL) can’t wait to get inside. “Now what?” I offer soft ball suggestions. All shot down. I stop offering suggestions. “DIL what else is around here?” I don’t live here!!! You do!! We ended up driving around the city as uncle notices everything and points it out to us.
In-laws hate eating at restaurants. Even though major city has great dining, we drive home and eat reheated leftovers. I have offered to pay. They get offended that I want to pay for them. They live in a million dollar house and are not poor. Just cheap. MIL is a mediocre cook. I have offered to cook. Also offensive.
MIL has warned my husband and I that it will be taken with great offense if we want to branch off and do our own thing because we don’t know when we’ll see grandpa and uncle again.
Just a vent. Trip ends Monday. Almost there