I know I complain about my inlaws a fair amount but I also know I am quick to point out there pluses. But I definitely know we have been sharing the same house for far too long because I am sitting here at work stewing over the most stupidest thing ever. So stupid that I purposely did other things just to get away from actually posting about it.
I've posted about the garden and how bountiful it is. Well at times it's almost too bountiful. My FIL has been giving us tons of cucumbers and tomatoes and bugging me on an almost daily basis to use up the tomatoes that are ripening in the workshop. Cause you know the kids like them.
I know the kids like them. What he does not realize or fails to understand is that my kids do not like to eat the same thing 3 times a day. Just because they like tomatoes does not mean they will eat 5 a day, nor should they. Remember what happened to Kathy B's daughter who ate too much fruit... well trying having to change diapers of the kid that overeats fruit and vegetables.
You see the minute I left home my inlaws came downstairs and proceeded to instruct my husband on what he should be taking over to my parents. (I have to work and their is a family get together at my parent's tonight). My MIL went through my fridge bringing out the cucumbers, when the ones to go were already sitting on the counter, and then questionned my husband about whether or not the cucumbers were actually being fed to the kids. When he said yes, she asked.. "Are you sure?". What are they the vegetable nazis? Of course I am feeding them to the kids. Do they have any idea of how many they are giving us? I took 2 with me camping, my husband brought another 3. We brought two back. They gave us another 2 yesterday and 4 more today. How many do they think we eat? Were they there when I carefully put sliced tomatoes on my son's plate only to have him huck them at me saying he no likes. This is the same kid that cheerfully robs a tomatoe off Papa's plant and stuffs it in his mouth before we can get it washed. Were they there when O scarfed down 5 slices of cucumber then promptly regurgitates it on his plate. No wonder I'm not serving it to him 24/7. My kids hate repetition and to keep them eating and happy I need to keep switching it up.
So why am I steamed? Maybe cause I am not there to defend myself and I know my husband just lets them do these things. It drives me crazy and immediately puts me on the defensive. So what if they think I'm wasting the food or not feeding it to the kids. So what if they are pawing through my fridge. So what if they went through my entire house while I was away. So what that they had to have our phone upstairs and answered it when it rang because they are paranoid they will miss a call from the realtor who has their number btw. So what that they never asked us first.
So what if that the moment we sit down to watch a movie the stair light goes on... meaning that Kevin is being summoned upstairs to either get the mail or be told something. So what that it feels demeaning and intrusive into our lives. So what that they had the entire evening to give us the mail but they always seem to wait until after 9:00 p.m. when we're trying to have our time.
Don't they say it's the small things that drive you crazy? And so right now I am fuming but next week I won't be so mad and will be bending over backwards again trying to help in some way when all the company comes.
And some times it's the way my husband tells me things. He gets annoyed and then magnifies what's being said and then I get all up in arms too or even more so than he does. Cause you know they never say those things to me. ;)
Ah me. It's time like these that I have to remind myself of all the good things that they do for us and how much they love and are loved by the grandchildren. But darn it.. it's time we moved on. Somebody PLEASE by our house.