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Mother-In-Law Stories
October 23, 2006
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Frequent
Fry Her TM.
- breadandbutterfly/Posted: 23-OCT-06
So the dreaded "Weekend of the Mothers"
rolled around. I spent hours cleaning the house to perfection,
despite my fatigue (iron deficiency and back problems), so that
FMIL would feel comfortable and have nothing to criticize.
My mom couldn't give a cr@p if the house was messy. We didn't
have a lot of kitchen ware, and one of our only two pots is a massive
stew pot that almost takes up the entire dishwasher by itself.
Since the dishwasher was full and running, and FMIL insisted on
flying into the airport that was over an hour drive each way (instead
of the one that was 5 minutes away) to save some money, I didn't
have time to unload the dishwasher and put the pot in. So,
I rinsed it out and put it in one side of the sink. It wasn't
filthy, it just hadn't been sanitized by the dishwasher. We
went to pick her up, and we had just enough time to get back to
our house to meet my mom when she drove in. But, of course,
FMIL was hungry and absolutely COULD NOT wait to eat. And
getting a snack at the gas station wasn't good enough. We
had to find a place that she liked. She kept asking if we
wanted to sit down at a restaurant, and DF and I had to remind her
3 times that my mom could be there anytime, and we had to get back.
Once again, the concept that other people need to be considered
evaded her. So, we got her food and kept driving. The
first lovely conversation piece was to criticize and complain about
how ugly and horrible the state that we lived in was. "Why
is there all this stuff built?" "Who wants all this
cr@p?" She kept comparing it to how nice her boring,
sleepy little town is, and she just went on and on. I'm not
ultra patriotic or anything, it just irritated me because of all
of the pressure she put on me to move to where she lived, despite
me telling her that I would be miserable because there would be
no way for me to pursue my chosen career there, and I just didn't
want to hear it. She also expected an answer from one of us
each time she repeated her pointless questions. Very annoying.
So she got off that subject and started going on about all of the
trouble that she went through to put a nursery together for the
baby at her house. We were supposed to be thrilled, but I
was kind of irritated because she had not offered to help us one
bit with the stuff that we needed for OUR house. Not that
anyone is obligated to help, but my family and friends provided
us with everything that we needed for that baby, and she spent a
lot of time and money on stuff for her house? Kind of weird,
but whatever. Then she went on about how proud of herself
she was because she had saved DF's cloth diapers, found them and
bleached them. I'm sorry, but I had to laugh because WHO SAVES
26 YEAR OLD DIAPERS???? They were for use at her house, by
the way. She wasn't going to give them to us, even though
we needed more diapers. And she went ON and ON to DF about
how marvelous it was of her. That's when she said it.
The thing that made all of the warning sirens go off in my mind.
I had been listening quietly to her and DF talk (I wasn't really
included in the conversation), and this is what she said to him
(in a very loud bragging voice) that turned me red,"Who can
say that they wore their daddy's diapers? OUR baby can!
That's who!" Our baby? OUR BABY? She wasn't
saying "our" as in DF and me, she was saying "our"
as in DF and HER!!! I wanted to jump off a cliff right there.
Besides, I'm sorry, but NOBODY would brag about wearing their parents'
diapers. Not that it's bad, but it certainly isn't something
that ANYONE but her would take pride in! So I was irritated,
but I figured I'd just stay cool and talk to DF about it later.
We got back to our place (finally), and luckily my mom and her dog
were running late. They got there about 15 minutes after we
got back. The moms met and greeted each other very happily,
and it seemed nice. My mom's little dog got very excited and
started to play with our dog. My mom thought this was very
cute and got excited. I happened to just catch my FMIL giving
the most condescending and snobby facial expression, complete with
raised eyebrows and shifting eyes, about my mom getting excited.
That pissed me off. My mom is a little strange and can be
quite high pitched, but she's not dumb and she's very sweet.
Then, I was showing my mom around, and when we got back to the living
room, we couldn't find DF and his mother. I opened my bedroom
door, and she was lying in my bed having a private conversation
with DF. Kind of rude, as my mom and I were only gone for
a minute. Well, DF and I had made reservations at one of our
favorite restaurants because my mom really wanted to eat at.
But that was too late for FMIL to eat. We had to find some
other place to suit her, even though the rest of us really wanted
to go. We ended up driving around, not finding a good place
until it was time for our original reservation anyway. So
I made an executive decision that we were going to eat as originally
planned. It was a fondue place, and very nice. FMIL
was very rude to our waiter, demanding things of him and speaking
to him in a degrading tone. For the main course everyone picks
the things that they want to eat, and everyone shares a pot with
sauce to cook it in. DF is a vegetarian, but nobody else,
including FMIL, was. My mom and I wanted to order a meal with
chicken and meat in it, which meant that it would be cooked in the
same pot that DF's vegetables would be in. DF didn't mind
because it was boiling, and he knew that he would not actually be
consuming the meat. But, for some reason, FMIL decided that
this was unacceptable for HER vegetables. She's not even a
vegetarian! DF is, and didn't have a problem with it.
But MIL did?? It didn't make any sense. So, to compromise,
I told her that we would take turns. I was 8 months pregnant,
but I would wait for her to finish eating before I would cook my
food. This would allow her to be picky for no reason.
DF was embarrassed, to say the least. After the meal she then
proceeded to insist of paying half the bill (my mom insisted on
paying the other half), and then complained about the cost.
Whatever! I just kept telling her how nice of her it was and
that I was grateful. We got back to our place and she announced
that staying at our home (for the ONE night that she was there)
would not be good enough for her. Even though we had plenty
of room and an inflatable bed, that was not good enough for one
night and we needed to take her to get a hotel room because she
had to have her own space. Fine. I suggested a place
that I had stayed at a couple of times. It was cheap and clean,
and we took her there. DF walked her up to her room to help
her get settled in. But when he went to leave, she gave him
puppy dog eyes, like she was going to cry. He told me that
she looked sad and scared (poor, poor thing - NOT). So I told
him to just stay with his mom. Well, she learned a lesson
about having to have her own way, because when they drew back the
blankets, the sheets were filthy! DF changed the sheets and
stayed with her until she fell asleep. Then I came to pick
him up so that he could sleep in his bed and not on the floor.
The next day, right before she left, she made sure to criticize
the fact that the big pot was in the sink. "Do you have
a dishwasher?!" I knew what was coming, because she was
standing in front of the dishwasher looking at it. DF said,
"Yes." She answered, "WELL, DO YOU USE IT?!"
Okay. One huge pot (that she gave us) was left out.
Everything else was spotless. What a nice way to say good-bye
to your son. But, one good thing did come out of the visit.
She actually asks about me when she calls now, after she asks about
the dog. Thanks for letting me vent. I know that she's
not nearly as bad as others, but I've been irritated at her for
weeks.
Signed - The End of Part
Two
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