Anonymous wrote:My SIL broke in her parents with three kids in two years. It was all hands on deck or she didn't travel. But I had to break in my parents and it was harder. They love the kids but needed a lot of updates about safe sleep, car seats, etc. fortunately they were willing to learn. I had a childhood of danger with many wilderness experience and petite carpentry tools of my own, and my kids enjoy the same.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Talk to your DH about how to divide and conquer on future trips.
I totally get you. My experience was similar. ILs wanted us to visit all the time, but didn't care to do any work to make it easier for the kids/us. I mean, heaven forbids that they should move their precious glass ornaments that were within easy reach of the toddler. And they only wanted to look at the baby/toddler and take some cute pictures, and expected me to keep the kids quiet and occupied 99% of the time so the grown ups can talk.
Several options: stay in a hotel when you visit them and keep the time in their house short; have DH take them (they'll quickly realize that everyone needs to chip in when mom is not there); meet up with them at a family friendly resort (better use of your vacation time and more relaxing).
I dislike staying in hotels because then there’s even less to play with. When we stay with them we bring toys in our luggage. Plus when kids take naps, I have to go back to the hotel? That’s hard on me as a parent.
Anonymous wrote:Same. And dh becomes so lazy at his parents house too. It’s very tiring. I have to be a cruise director, take the kids out to playgrounds and run outside with them, and also clean up their stuff. My kids drag toys and games everywhere. They are much cleaner at home.
I too feel lazier at my parents house. It’s like I get home and want to relax, pretend I’m a kid again and my parents take care of me. I can’t explain it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We took our two young kids to visit their grandparents for a week. For various reasons, I was under the impression that my in-laws were prepared for us and wanted to do stuff with the kids. The reality was that they had done very little baby-proofing and tired of the children quickly. The trip was exhausting for me because I was doing all the childcare I normally do, but in someone else’s house without the kid resources I normally have available. And yeah, my husband helped, but I think it was different for him because it was his family and his childhood home. Is this pretty much how it goes for everyone when doing these kinds of family trips? What strategies do you have to make these trips more tolerable? There’s talk of us going back around the holidays and I’m dreading it already.
Same experience, it sucks, it is such a slog. To add to the challenge, my inlaws have the emotional maturity of toddlers and actually do things like snatch candy away from their preschool-aged grandchildren and run off to eat it while laughing. They throw temper tantrums when they can't get their way by feeding my children food they are allergic to. Of course they also absolutely refuse to pitch in and help do anything at all. The most babysitting my MIL ever did was sitting by the club's pool with a baby in full view of her adoring public for 20 minutes while her son took a swim. She actually had a little bell she rang when she was done basking in the adoration of her peers, for my DH to get out of the pool and take over caring for the baby. LOOOOOL.
So we put them in time out, in other words we never visit. Both sides are like this, so I guess you could say, we look forward to being the grandparents we never had for our kids when/if they decide to have children.
Anonymous wrote:Same. And dh becomes so lazy at his parents house too. It’s very tiring. I have to be a cruise director, take the kids out to playgrounds and run outside with them, and also clean up their stuff. My kids drag toys and games everywhere. They are much cleaner at home.
I too feel lazier at my parents house. It’s like I get home and want to relax, pretend I’m a kid again and my parents take care of me. I can’t explain it.