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Mother-In-Law Mall
A place to find great gifts!
and products related to mothers-in-law and other family members.
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Mother-In-Law Stories
March 30, 2010
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Worst gift: DH and I
just recently got home after a marathon of 14 hours at the IL's
(10 of which were spent opening gifts in a very slow, long, tiring,
tedious manner). Between the weather and my not feeling well, it
was an uncomfortable visit for me. I was having major GI issues
(due to a change in medication) and really didn't want to eat/add
to the problems. It's bad enough to try and eat sensibly around
the holidays, let alone try to eat next to nothing. All I heard
was, "Why aren't you eating?" "Here, have some chocolate."
"Dearie, you really need to eat something?" "Honey,
why don't you have some eggnog?" After the first 30 minutes
I ran out of polite excuses. I got progressively grumpier as food
was continually shoved in my face after I repeatedly told MIL that
1) I wasn't hungry. 2) I didn't want anything to eat. 3) That
I wasn't feeling well. 4) I don't want any eggnog because I just
don't like it. DH knew about the issues, and agreed to leave when
I couldn't take anymore (as long as I stuck it out as long as possible).
DH was happy that I stuck it out as long as I did, and got quite
angry with MIL when she started making a stink when we said we were
leaving. It took us an hour to get out the door. I'm pretty certain
that DH knew that I was shot and had no patience left. He figured
that if I let loose it, would be WW3. So, he dealt with her. The
above was how the day ended. The day began with MIL griping because
no one would agree to be there at 7 am. We shot for 9 am instead.
DH was griping because we were running about 5 min behind schedule
due to weather. I told him to relax, because chances were that
we'd still be the first to arrive. SIL beat us, only because she
stayed the night at MIL's. BIL "overslept". And, due
to road conditions (and ending up in the ditch), he didn't make
it to MIL's until 12. So, for the 3 hours that we were there prior
to BIL's arrival, all we heard was MIL complaining that things were
ruined. She didn't understand why we couldn't be there by 7. It
was just tiring to listen to. All I kept thinking was, "Woman,
shut up or DH and I will be leaving, because your whining is giving
me a migraine." FIL tried to distract her by asking what DH
and I had received from my family. Unfortunately, that unleashed
a whole new can of worms. DH and I had been looking at different
models of a bigger ticket appliance type item for a while now.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, my parents took us shopping
to pick out which one we wanted as part of their gift to us. MIL
also knew that we were looking for this item for a while, and decided
that she was going to pick this item out for us. By doing so, she
picked out one that didn't suit our needs or wants. It was what
she wanted/thought we needed. I appreciate her thought. But, since
this was a kitchen appliance, it's not something that someone else
should be picking out for a person without finding out what a person
wants size/feature/color wise. So, when I mentioned that my parents
had taken us shopping for said appliance, and that we were waiting
for delivery (delayed due to backorder/us needing to prep a new
spot for appliance), MIL got all huffy. I kind of figured that
something was up. A few hours later (once gift opening was underway),
MIL told DH and me to go into the garage and open the present in
there. Sure enough, it was a model of the appliance that we had
just bought. But, it was far smaller than what we already purchased,
and it lacked many of the features we wanted. After we opened it,
MIL said, "Now you can cancel the delivery for the one her
parents got you, and use that money to splurge on something fun."
I was completely taken aback (even though I shouldn't have been)
by that remark. Um, yeah lady, I'm going to take back the gift
that suits our needs exactly and keep your cheap, too small, wrong
color, appliance for the kitchen that we are redoing. We thanked
MIL and FIL for their thoughtfulness and generosity. When everyone
else went into the house, DH and I hung around in the garage to
"check out our gift". The first words out of DH's mouth
were, "We have to return this thing somehow. It's nothing like
what we want/need." Fortunately, FIL had the forethought to
tuck the receipt under the box flap. We knew we'd have to deal
with MIL at a later date, when no one else was around. She'll know,
the next time she comes over, that said appliance had been returned,
and that we kept the one from my parents. So, the return notification
will likely be a whole 'nother story in itself.
Signed - Let Me Decide
Which Of The Identical Gifts I Want To Keep
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