Memo to FIL: when you go outside for a cigarette, and bring the dog, it's your job to be sure she COME THE FUCK BACK IN. What you don't get to do is come in, make yourself a coffee, and after I ask, say "she went for a walkabout." I know you live on a farm, but this is the city, so NO.
I'm in the car in the middle of our 15ish hour drive from VA back home to Chicago. It's almost over!!!! And we can go back to our regularly scheduled etc.
Post by mominatrix on Dec 26, 2015 19:57:01 GMT -5
Memo to FIL II:
When standing in a line of any kind, PARTICULARLY an indoor one winding through a foofoo hotel lobby, it's just not acceptable to pull out a clipper and start trimming your nails. TYVM.
Post by StrawberryBlondie on Dec 26, 2015 19:58:34 GMT -5
I can't decide if I'm pissed at my FIL or relieved. He apparently complains all. the. time. that he never sees baby H. Tomorrow is Xmas lunch with him. DH suggested a restaurant near our house at a time convenient to work around her nap time.
He decided he would really rather go to this other place, about 20 min from our house, an hour before baby H's naptime. And our house is not on the way, so it would be totally unreasonable for FIL to come here first. Oh, and DH really hates the place but won't say anything for some reason.
So again, fil won't see baby H. And will undoubtedly complain and not get it through his skull that it's 100% his doing.
FIL is fine, but has done some things that make me lean toward not really caring if he has a relationship with my kid or not (preference toward not).
winecat - so you aren't spending anymore time with these folks right? There are plenty of people here who would take you in instead.
The host is delightful. I don't know the a-holes. Well, I know my mom. Her amusement was disappointing to put it mildly. I could have gone into details that would have been embarrassing. The host takes in randoms who don't have anywhere to go so they might not be there again for Xmas and I love him. I won't sit by them ever and I can avoid them at larger parties. But my mom? Ugh. This isn't new behavior. We've talked about it and she "forgets."
Between this and my local board stories, I feel I should hire myself out to tell all of these people off for you guys. Shit, if Trump can gain support for vocalizing hatred, I can at least monetize Come-to-Jesus honesty.
Post by mominatrix on Dec 26, 2015 22:50:40 GMT -5
Memo to MIL... As a matter of fact, I would rather play a board game with my family, while the dishwasher runs, then put more dirty dishes in... Then stand around washing dishwasher safe stuff. Call me a lazy slob. Whatever. There are six people in the house right now, and if I want a pristine kitchen, I'll drive myself up a fucking wall.
When standing in a line of any kind, PARTICULARLY an indoor one winding through a foofoo hotel lobby, it's just not acceptable to pull out a clipper and start trimming your nails. TYVM.
When standing in a line of any kind, PARTICULARLY an indoor one winding through a foofoo hotel lobby, it's just not acceptable to pull out a clipper and start trimming your nails. TYVM.
Nooooo! He did not do this.
No lie. I must admit, the line to see the Star Wars gingerbread houses was way long... But NO.
he's gone outside. With the dog. Let's see if she makes it back...
Something leaked in my oven yesterday. The spill over caused my fire alarms to go off while we were eating dinner. Now I'm sitting here with all of my windows open and my smoke alarms turned off while I run a self clean. It's been going for about 2 hours and 45 minutes and has 20 to go. I don't trust the thing not to burst in to flames at any moment. I can't wait to turn my heat back on.
Something leaked in my oven yesterday. The spill over caused my fire alarms to go off while we were eating dinner. Now I'm sitting here with all of my windows open and my smoke alarms turned off while I run a self clean. It's been going for about 2 hours and 45 minutes and has 20 to go. I don't trust the thing not to burst in to flames at any moment. I can't wait to turn my heat back on.
Heat? It's fucking 70 here. El Nino is weird
It's 70 here today and is going to snow tomorrow. It was 65 on Xmas and 55 the day after. I don't know what to think anymore!
WHY do my parents have so much bulky, heavy furniture?!? And WHY IS IT ALL SO UNCOMFORTABLE?!?! I was so annoyed all weekend sqeezing past chairs and tables and people. It's so claustrophobic. There was literally 6 inches of clearance between Stella's bed and ours, and I slammed my pubic bone into the corner of their goddamn over-sized sleigh bed trying to get by.
Post by mominatrix on Dec 27, 2015 14:50:10 GMT -5
Ugh. Now my MIL is all pissed off at me because I told her not to put the dishes on the dishwasher away. Because she's too short to reach most if the stuff, so she just leaves it in random places she can reach. No. I'd rather not be finding wine glasses in my pantry for the next month, TYVM.
of course, that's not what I said. I said you're a guest, and should sit and visit with the kids... But she replied that it's "not in my nature to sit," then left the house in the cold rain to go for a walk
I get it, she likes to feel useful. But her unwillingness to relax, even for a minute, is driving me batty.
I think we've finally opened all the boxes. We are now the proud owners of a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (and camper), Gup S, the Stellosphere, Sheriff Callie, no fewer than three different Neverland ships, and a goodman million characters. Soon we'll have a new bookcase to hold it all. And that's by no means an exclusive list, just the Disney Jr stuff cause I think it's an impressive list. I'm seriously considering getting rid of everything they owned before Dec 1.
The mess has evolved. Nothing you see was here before Friday (except the dog).
Post by simpsongal on Dec 27, 2015 20:18:26 GMT -5
Our holiday went pretty well. Thanks to DH for the assist in setting boundaries w/visits and whatnot. It looks like BIL and his family didn't set such strong boundaries and they suffered the consequences (hectic, harried, late, etc.)
I dream of a Christmas without my mom's cooking. I have to move before next Christmas so I can host and we can eat good food. I offer to cook and make a menu but she turns me down. She's convinced we can't add spices and salt because "some people don't like it" and by seasoning nothing she's doing them a favor and letting them "add their own seasonings." And she talks about her cooking like its the best thing ever. "This is my new toaster oven, it cooks everything!!!" So not only do we get served shitty Stove Top, we get blackened crunchy Stove Top. GREAT!!
The only thing good was the Honeybaked ham, which I brought. I ran to the bathroom and when I come back she had my ham in a crockpot filled halfway with water. Which, thankfully, I was able to salvage and heat in the oven like normal people.
Everything else was boiled. Corn? Boiled. Green beans? Boiled? Sweet potatoes? Boiled, in which she later added brown sugar and told us exactly how she makes these amazing brown sugar boiled sweet potatoes. Rolls? Blackened in the toaster oven. Mashed potatoes? Made with nothing but a load of skim milk.
And this woman had a brand new high end double oven and refuses to use it because she has this handy toaster oven that "cooks everything!!"
She's convinced we can't add spices and salt because "some people don't like it" and by seasoning nothing she's doing them a favor and letting them "add their own seasonings."
My MIL does the same thing. Solidarity.
She also overcooks everything. Like, big beautiful filet mignon BLACK. *cries*
She's convinced we can't add spices and salt because "some people don't like it" and by seasoning nothing she's doing them a favor and letting them "add their own seasonings."
My MIL does the same thing. Solidarity.
She also overcooks everything. Like, big beautiful filet mignon BLACK. *cries*
My FIL got a prime rib to roast for Christmas dinner. MIL was freaking the fuck out about the timing of when it would be done so she could put the (prepared and ready to be baked) potatoes and vegetables in the oven. We kept telling her that we were watching the temp on the meat and would let her know as accurately as possible but there's only so much you can do. We also said that the meat would have to rest for 20 minutes anyway, so that would give us extra time.
Her: "Well, putting aside how I feel about letting meat rest out on the counter..."
She doesn't want to let a 10-pound roast rest after cooking because it gets cold. That might have been the point where I texted H across the room about making the booze run.
The only thing good was the Honeybaked ham, which I brought. I ran to the bathroom and when I come back she had my ham in a crockpot filled halfway with water.