my mom called on friday night and asked if she could take my 5-year-old daughter to the park on saturday morning at 10 a.m. just for a "quick swing session."
she explicitly told me, "make sure you stay home and relax, you look so tired."
i didn't sleep at all that night because the baby was teething, so i was literally crying tears of gratitude.
my husband and i spent the morning sleeping in, eating cold pizza in bed, and completely resetting our sanity.
around 2:00 p.m., i realized they’d been gone for four hours. there wasn't a set return time, but the park is five minutes away.
i called my mom to ask if i should come pick her up.
the phone rings, and all i hear in the background is massive cinematic bass, popcorn crunching, and loud music.
my mom whispers: "we aren't at the park. we're at the movie theater watching the new Disney release.
she wanted a large Icee so we got one. don't call me again, we're going to the toy store after this. go watch a show or something. bye."
she literally didn't even ask permission.
turns out she had a full-day itinerary planned since wednesday and deliberately lied about the park just so i wouldn't "interfere with their girl's day."
i’m currently sitting on the couch while my kid is getting completely hyped up on sugar and plastic by a woman who used to ground me for breathing too loud.
grandparents are a completely different breed of criminal.