Because I AM THE MOM. That's why.

I cancelled our appointments for today because I heard reports of snow. I have no desire to take my babies out into this weather to begin with, forget about going out in the snow. It's bad enough that I need to go outside and clean out my driveway. Garbage pickup resumes tonight thank GOD - I've got a pile of refuse outside the house a mile high. I'll be chucking out the upchuck Aerobed as well - thanks BIL.

Speaking of BIL's...my MIL called last night with her oh-so-superior tone and informed me that my other BIL called her to let her know that "we're on" for Saturday. My youngest nephew turns one on Saturday and it seems as though a party is in the works...or at least, that's my conclusion. I have to figure it out because there were NO INVITATIONS sent out, no other info given other than "we're on"...oh gee, thanks for the newsflash. I said to my MIL "we'll see about that". Fuck these low-rent mofos. No invites, no details, and I get to drive to L.I. again and not get fed for eight hours?? Yipee.

DH tells me "well, you can stay home and do your thing, I'll take the girls to the party with my mom...but I'll have to take the girls with me at 7am when I take the other nieces to dancing school." BWAAAHHHAAAAHH....over my dead fucking body. I've finally put my foot down. Here's my arguement - someone please tell me if I'm being unreasonable:

1. DH has no business taking the other nieces to dancing school that day. My SIL, (J.) surely isn't trying to make anyone else's life easier - if she was, she'd get off her high horse and take her own kids to the party in L.I. -- then she can drive the MIL and I can ride with DH in his car instead of us taking separate cars like hobos so he can play chauffeur to MIL. DH needs to tell J. that she's gotta take her own kids to dancing school that day and she can fuck off.
2. There is NO WAY that I'm going to allow DH to take my daughters out into sub-zero weather at 7am, haul them to MIL's house, then haul them out to L.I. They'll need to be medicated by the time they get to the party. When my babies get sick - who's taking them to the Dr? Who's sitting up with them all night? (hint: NOT DH).
3. And btw, does anyone really CARE if my babies go to this thing or not? I mean really, its not like they know what the hell is going on. The only reason DH wants to truck them out there is because MIL is on this "we're all family, we should all be together" kick. PAH. Tell that to your other son and his bitch of a wife.

Having said all this, I'm offering DH three options:

1. Blow off dancing school, and take the babies and MIL to the party.
2. Blow off dancing school, and take MIL and aunt to the party, and I will take the babies in my car. (if DH drives the two-headed monster, the babies won't fit in the car, so I'll need to take my car. This plan also involves blowing off dancing school because DH is taking the swings in his car...and my babies cannot be without their swings for five hours while he takes the brats to dancing school, then I'll be the one in need of medicating).
3. Take the brats to dancing school, then take MIL to the party. The babies stay home with me.

These are the only available options. I am the mom, I know what's best for my babies, and DH can go fuck himself if he doesn't like it. Inevitably, I'm going to listen to the speech about how I hate his family, I've changed since we got married, blah blah blah. Kiss my ass. I'm putting my size-7 foot down on this one. Come Saturday at 7am, if he tries to take my babies, there's gonna be a throw down; and I've got enough pent-up aggression that I just might knock him on his ass. So there. The Mother has spoken.

Am I being a bitch here? Probably. Maybe I'm just half-past give a shit.