Yesterday, we had a nice time at my niece's first communion celebration, even though it was a 2.5 hour drive one way. The kids enjoyed running around with their cousins since they don't get to see them very often. However, DH and his sister were very angry with their parents. Since MIL is in a rehab nursing home right now, FIL was going to ride with us SIL's. But he backed out on Saturday night because MIL didn't want to be alone all day Sunday (even though their neighbor offered to visit). DH and SIL were angry that their mom would force FIL to stay and angry at FIL for letting MIL dictate what he does. SIL was crying at the church ceremony because she wanted FIL to be there.
Weekend was pretty good. DH and I got away for a night and went to a concert. We had a blast together with some friends and didn't get back home until 2am. I paid for it on Sunday though. My mom watched the kids solo and she actually told me how hard it was to get anything done, she couldn't even get supper ready and she wanted to do all this laundry for me but didn't have time. I tried not to laugh in her face but it felt really gratifying that she might finally see me. The last time we talked she commented on how could I leave 5+ loads of laundry to do, why am I complaining about not having time when she did it all on her own, etc. etc. DH spent all Sunday working in the basement. I'm happy to be at work in the quiet.
DH decided he was done sleeping in the back room and moved back into our room. He is still sick and all I am listening to is his sniffling and wheezing/gasping breathing. The dog also isn't happy as she has gotten used to sleeping with mom. I think I slept 4 hours both Saturday and Sunday night.