Houseguests and Fish
I’m pleased to say that I survived the annual holiday visit from my mother-in-law, although things were touch-and-go at one point.
Most notably, I survived it sober, which is quite an accomplishment for me since, in years past, I’d taken to wrapping my hands around the nearest bottle of vodka rather than the old bat’s neck.
Things did get a bit touchy at one point though when, as my husband prepared to drive my daughter back to her father’s house (an hour away), my MIL asked why I wasn’t the one doing the driving. “I’d think you’d want to spend more time with your daughter,” she piped up — right in front of my daughter, who’d never given the matter much thought before.
No amount of explaining that we’d been doing it this way for years in order to avoid confrontation over the holidays would appease her, so I finally snapped “Yes, but then who’d be around to wait on you hand and foot for the rest of the afternoon?”
So the good news is that, not only did I survive the woman’s visit, but she did, too.
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Just be glad your MIL doesn’t live in your basement — like mine does!
If she did, the first thing I’d do in the Spring is destroy the sump pump before caulking the door.
I get along fine with my MIL but my mom verbally cut my wife to the bone a year and a half ago, and we’re still not over that. This past weekend was the first time they’ve stayed in our house since. We all have agreed that our time together pretty much is best limited to 4 days or less.
back when my MIL literally wrote her son/my husband out of her will so i didn’t get my hands on her…. well, i don’t know what because they sure weren’t rich or had amazing heirlooms.
she wrote him back in when we got divorced, then wrote him out again once she figured out it wasn’t ME that was insane. LOL
I do admire your restraint. As for my MIL, oh, the stories I could tell.