I'm still reeling from yesterday. As I was getting ready to leave with my family, my MIL said, "You'll take the dog with you, right?" My wife explained that we wouldn't have space in the car for our boys and the dog. Our car is loaded with a bunch of stuff we've evacuated with. My MIL then suggested the boys hold the dog on their laps. On their laps! Our dog is a greyhound. He's big. She kept harping on taking the dog with us. So my wife, who was desperately wanting to go to the beach to de-stress, said she'd just stay home to take care of the dog while the boys and I head out. After a bit of go-round we all left in two different cars for two different destinations.

On my drive with my sons I learned that my FIL had at one point said to my older son, "You should go into architecture... because there aren't many homosexuals in that field." ¿!¿What?!? I have no idea what he was thinking when he made that comment. My son isn't homosexual. But the comment makes me think my FIL believes he is for whatever reason, perhaps because my son doesn't measure up to my FIL's very narrow views of what masculinity should look like. My wife and I completely support our sons in their sexuality. It would not matter to us if one or the other were homosexual. I'm so sick of living with them. And it's only been one week. We expect it to be at least another week with their narrow, opinionated views and very conservative religious stances.

Sorry to go on about this. I'm so wound up because of all of this. One good thing that came out of my conversations with the boys is my younger son's comment that he hopes he can be as good a parent as my wife and I have been for them.

Thank you for humouring me with all my rant.