Anonymous wrote:I think if you were nice about it and there really wasn't room in the fridge, that all sounds reasonable. If you were sighing and moaning and groaning about it, I could understand her being offended, or if you disassembled it more than necessary to get the dip out and it looked bad.
But I also think bringing something large that needs refrigeration is a bad move on her part--if the kids like fruit, it would have been better for her to bring a small thing of berries, or applesauce pouches, or clementines, or bananas, or....lots of other things!
Anonymous wrote:I mean, you had plenty of reason to be annoyed, but you didn’t have to “handle it” at all, and by that I mean you never even had to touch it. You should have left it to your husband and his mother to figure out. The best thing you can do is let someone fall on his or her own sword, and after about 5 minutes, it would have been your husband exasperatedly asking his mom, “Mom, you know we have been worried about space—why’d you bring this huge thing?!”
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anyone who is still talking about a fruit platter the next day needs to get a life. Your husband should’ve kept the report from today’s coffee with his sister to himself. You didn’t need to hear all that.
And SIL didn't even need to share this valuable fruit tidbit with the DH. She should have shut this shit down with her own mother be responding, "Really, Mom?"
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think if you were nice about it and there really wasn't room in the fridge, that all sounds reasonable. If you were sighing and moaning and groaning about it, I could understand her being offended, or if you disassembled it more than necessary to get the dip out and it looked bad.
But I also think bringing something large that needs refrigeration is a bad move on her part--if the kids like fruit, it would have been better for her to bring a small thing of berries, or applesauce pouches, or clementines, or bananas, or....lots of other things!
OP here. I think we both could have handled ourselves better. When it arrived I couldn’t believe the size. I sort of looked around my kitchen, which had zero counter space, to the table which was already set, and admittedly did sigh a little. Then MIL kept on about how we had to get it in the fridge. DH tried to clear space before we just settled on the garage because it was cold in there. We did sort of make it look less like a wreath (it was assembled like a wreath) by removing the yogurt, which she was adamant needed refrigerating. I was probably noticeably annoyed.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:You both sound high maintenance. I don’t think a small house requires food to be pared down, which sounds like what you were doing by managing expectations. You have a garage, so I don’t think your space is really that small. You also sound resentful that you had to host (for once).
It’s fine if you’re going to troll a post, but at least make sense. It’s ridiculous to claim that one could host 7 people the exact same way in a 1000sf apartment as they could in a larger home. That’s ridiculous.
Anonymous wrote:Anyone who is still talking about a fruit platter the next day needs to get a life. Your husband should’ve kept the report from today’s coffee with his sister to himself. You didn’t need to hear all that.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think if you were nice about it and there really wasn't room in the fridge, that all sounds reasonable. If you were sighing and moaning and groaning about it, I could understand her being offended, or if you disassembled it more than necessary to get the dip out and it looked bad.
But I also think bringing something large that needs refrigeration is a bad move on her part--if the kids like fruit, it would have been better for her to bring a small thing of berries, or applesauce pouches, or clementines, or bananas, or....lots of other things!
OP here. I think we both could have handled ourselves better. When it arrived I couldn’t believe the size. I sort of looked around my kitchen, which had zero counter space, to the table which was already set, and admittedly did sigh a little. Then MIL kept on about how we had to get it in the fridge. DH tried to clear space before we just settled on the garage because it was cold in there. We did sort of make it look less like a wreath (it was assembled like a wreath) by removing the yogurt, which she was adamant needed refrigerating. I was probably noticeably annoyed.