I know, I know. I’ve mentioned it on a number of occasions about the ability of my In-Laws to seriously piss me off by having no concept of time.
Mostly, their complete lack of ability to not only not show up on time, or within a reasonable amount of time post the agreed time (which for me is 3 minutes, but apparently society can endure up to 15 or 20 minutes before it is considered rude) but also their complete lack of acknowledgement of their tardiness, to the point of, on a few occasions, arguing with the host (ie me) about the agreed time, then having a tanty about my pissed-offedness.
I digress. Today, a meeting was organised. Well, not meeting meeting, but a meet up in a park with a picnic. I had not only been woken several times during the night and had a shit sleep, but also had to be up early for stupid hour basketball, it was freezing cold and I was pissed off. I mentioned a few of my concerns to hubby, who advised me to just “wait and see what happens” – because 13 years of being fucked around every single time