So I grew up in an inner city, and my mom and sister/nephew still live there. My sister has had knee surgery, and still can’t fully walk and take public transportation. They do not have a car because the city has an extensive transportation system (albeit full of people mean to pregnant ladies, lol), and for jobs they’ve worked at a nearby hospital. Target runs etc. are always with me, but never at their bequest but because I drag my sis/nephew along with me. 

OK that is the back story.

DH and I moved to a city about FIFTEEN MINUTES away. 15 minutes. Whenever my MIL has an event at her house, I want my mom, sis, and nephew there too! So I pick them up, and drop them off. No biggie – they are close, and don’t have a car.

Yet, MIL seems to think it’s OK to judge this! “Oh, I hate that they make you drive them everywhere”. Errm, excuse me? It’s choice! I could easily NOT invite them, but I WANT to, and I’m not going to force my mom on a bus if I can easily get her. I’ve been ignoring this, but it’s reaching a breaking point. Christmas Eve for example. I usually spend it first in Boston with my family, then we drive back to MIL’s for a XMAS eve party that goes on all night. This year, I wanted everyone together. So, my other sister (who has a car) picked them up. I was going to drop them off afterward. It turns out that my other sister said “don’t worry, I’ll take them home too.” Yay, right? Except the next morning, MIL started to say “I am so glad your sister dropped them off. I hate that you’re expected to drive them everywhere”. AGAIN WITH THAT. I was already hormonal and that just made me tear up. I was so angry the entire Xmas morning.

Over the weekend we went to an event for my other sister in which my dad gave them a ride to (he lives elsewhere), but had to leave early. I gladly would have taken them home, except someone else offered. In the car with MIL and DH on my way to drop her off at home (the irony…), you guessed it: “Well, I’m so glad they got a ride. I hope they didn’t expect you to drive them home.”
I could SCREAM!!!

I said “Well, they never EXPECT it. It’s just something I do. I’m not sticking my nephew on a bus”…. Thankfully my DH jumped in and started joking about how mean of me that would be, if I stuck them on a bus, and I’m hoping that cemented in her mind how any alternative to my driving them home, 15 minutes away, would be awful. I hate that she is judging my family for not owning a car in inner city Boston. And I already know that to avoid this BS next Christmas, I will just spend Xmas Eve with my family in Boston instead of trying the whole “together thing”.

Am I overreacting cause of hormones? Or is this as rude and judgmental as I feel it is?

I feel I should add that even though it sounds otherwise, I really do love my MIL. It's just, some things get under my skin...