Off to Grandma's House we went!

And now we're back. Quick summary of the visit to Hubby's parents' house:
We left Friday afternoon after an awful hour at MJ's school trying to get her schedule worked out because she was a 'late-enrollee'. Hit traffic that delayed us.
Got there, ate at a place we'd been to before on a 'not good night' and incidentally I won the bet. Hubby bet we'd never eaten there before, but I was right.
Went back to the house/trailer, MJ danced for everyone....for a long time. And I did it sometimes too. Showed FIL my new tablet, he was impressed.
Went to put MJ to bed, long fight. Lots of screaming and crying, ended in me grumpy and leaving a bathroom light on for her.
Hubby tried to scold that we were spoiling her, didn't listen because I was exhausted.

Woke up the next day, late because I was tired. MIL ordered Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, no crossants so I was kinda grossed out. Think I managed to hide it, but that was way too much sugar for morning.
Drove to Aquarium, enjoyed it. Drove to Subway, ate. Changed clothes, drove to beach, swam. MIL and FIL walked on arbor for a while, when they came back, played Frisbee til little one caught it with her wrist. Then we packed up and headed home.
Decided to eat out. Stopped at Olive Garden, but MJ/Me/Hubby really wanted Ruby Tuesdays because we haven't been in years. It was good. Found my wedding ring. Hubby insisted I wear it.
Went home. MJ danced and we watched Home Free. It was good.
Put MJ to bed, fewer problems, though we tried to let MIL tuck MJ in, and that didn't work. Hubby had to go in, and that still didn't work. Ended up being a team effort to get the 11 yr old settled. Poem reading was required.
Talked with MIL for a bit, Hubby made excuse to go to Walmart, MIL stayed home because 'it was late' (SUCCESS). Hubby bought condoms and snack cakes. Fun fun fun times were had.
Slept like the dead for many hours. It was guuuud.

MIL made breakfast, and it got cold because we overslept over an hour. MJ couldn't find a brush. I combed her salty, frizzy hair. She complained later, but didn't complain while I did it.
Breakfast was good. Waffles were had.
Games were played. Tennis, bowling, and Trouble. Never had to leave the bedroom. (Thank you Wii)
Left for home, Burger King coupons were used.
MJ had a fit. Will expound later.
Made it home. MJ danced, I made her lunch for school, bed was attempted.
MJ fought it like a champ. Or a troublesome child. Same thing at this point.
Eventual tentative success.

MJ's fighting fit:

She said I was rude for interrupting her daydream, even though I left her alone as much as I could, and didn't try to interact with her until I thought she was done, and only when I needed to. In my favor, Hubby also thought she was done. Her rudeness was overly offensive, and then she tried to turn everything on me. When I repeated her arguments back at her, she eventually yelled about how she wishes she couldn't talk, because she never says anything right. Mainly because her argument was so ridiculous I almost laughed trying to summarize it. She really fought it, for a long time, but I refrained from handing out any punishment and tried to talk through it, to reach an understanding with her. The fight went out of her when she was finally saying how she wants us to be supportive, and I turned around to look at her and said 'I love you, I support you. I think you can do anything you want to, and I'll help you.' She got tears in her eyes and I added 'You're my daughter.' The tears fell and she said 'And you're my Auntie.' I nodded, Hubby said he would do the same thing but he didn't want to die, laughter happened, and life went on.

She had a really good weekend, and I think it worried her that something bad would have to happen soon to 'equal out' the good, and she felt she should ruin it herself rather than leave it to fate. That's my interpretation, at least. I could always be wrong.

On a new note:
My sister (not MJ's mom) has fallen off the wagon again, and indulged in heavy drugs this past week. Now she's out of money, came crawling back to Mom, asking for help after abandoning her son to my mom without Mom's agreement. Mom had changed the locks on the doors to try to keep her out, but Kadykins (her son) let her in. Mom said that if Kris went to rehab and gave custody to Mom, she would keep kadykins and let Kris stay while she worked through this. Kris refused. So Mom is insisting Kris leave, but Kris won't. Kris has no money, no car, and no way to get to work, and surprisingly, work still wanted her on Friday. No idea about now though. I don't understand this, and have no idea why she would do this, especially the night I was supposed to meet up with her. She didn't show. Sisters.....