I survived, and lived to tell the tale

Please pardon my melodrama pertaining to SIL. 

I walked through the threshold to acknowledge my BIL and their lot. SIL didn't even look at me, which was alright in my book. The less I have to fake it, the better. As the afternoon progressed, she said a few words to me, mainly played with my baby, and went on about staying out of my way. 

THEN.....as they were leaving to go attend her side of the family's Christmas party, she gave my husband a hug and then went in for an awkward side hug with me. Yes. A hug. I about died. The most awkward and forced hug ever. 

For one, I'm not a big hugger. And two, I don't want to embrace my enemy!! I'd rather eat a onion like an apple! Side note, I HATE, HATE onions. Yuck! 

Hopefully that is enough for the next 4 years, until I have to see them again. It's enough for me. 

After 4 years, I have to face SIL I hate.

*Grumble* Grumble*

Just a memory refresher, this is the one who told me that my infertility was nothing and that she "struggled" for 13 months to get her Clomid twins. And then a second oopsie pregnancy a year later. Yeah. That SIL.

She and her lot will be in town staying at the in-laws around my son's 1st birthday. I haven't seen the snooty cow since the end of 2010. Of course I have to bring my son over there for festivities..which we have it worked out he can be over there Saturday. This means I must put on a fake smile and sit on my hands so I don't hit her in the face.

Truth be told, I don't even feel like going to the in laws on that Saturday. Cowbag SIL being there makes it even worse. Ugh. God give me strength that day.