Anonymous wrote:Did OP ever say the name of the chocolate company? Help this small business out OP by naming them.
Anonymous wrote:OP here. It’s the lack of boundaries that is bothering me—opening a package addressed to me is beyond. This will be her last time watching my kids without me around. She will never be alone in our house again. She has proven to be nosy and meddlesome and snoop-y before; this is the last straw.
Luckily we have no shortage of babysitters. My local aunt, my parents, my cousin, friends with whom we already swap overnight sitting duties, and a few trusted former daycare teachers. We didn’t need the “favor” from her; this was a way for she and FIL to spend quality time with the kids, which they ask for.
Oh well. She can’t be trusted alone in my house, so she never will be again.
Anonymous wrote:Did you express your anger about this?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:OP here. It’s the lack of boundaries that is bothering me—opening a package addressed to me is beyond. This will be her last time watching my kids without me around. She will never be alone in our house again. She has proven to be nosy and meddlesome and snoop-y before; this is the last straw.
Luckily we have no shortage of babysitters. My local aunt, my parents, my cousin, friends with whom we already swap overnight sitting duties, and a few trusted former daycare teachers. We didn’t need the “favor” from her; this was a way for she and FIL to spend quality time with the kids, which they ask for.
Oh well. She can’t be trusted alone in my house, so she never will be again.
My mom would do something like this. The problem is, when you assert your position on the matter, she will make you out to be petty and selfish. What, it's chocolate! It's meant to be shared. What kind of person wouldn't give her mil, who is doing a nice thing for you, a piece of chocolate?!
See what I mean? It won't matter that she opened your mail, she'll make it sound like there was a box of chocolates on the counter she assumed she could have some.
But what can you do?
Anonymous wrote:That's rude of her but you are overreacting. Surely she left some for you, right? And wouldn't you have offered to share since they were at your house anyway?
Anonymous wrote:OP here. It’s the lack of boundaries that is bothering me—opening a package addressed to me is beyond. This will be her last time watching my kids without me around. She will never be alone in our house again. She has proven to be nosy and meddlesome and snoop-y before; this is the last straw.
Luckily we have no shortage of babysitters. My local aunt, my parents, my cousin, friends with whom we already swap overnight sitting duties, and a few trusted former daycare teachers. We didn’t need the “favor” from her; this was a way for she and FIL to spend quality time with the kids, which they ask for.
Oh well. She can’t be trusted alone in my house, so she never will be again.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:F your FIL as revenge.
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Omg in 11 years on DCUM I have never laughed so hard.
Anonymous wrote:I don’t understand people who argue that blatant boundary stepping like this should be excused “because MIL was doing you a favor.” So if someone does you a favor, you’re not allowed to be upset if they violate your privacy or cross boundaries? Where does it end? I swear, if a poster wrote that her MIL came over to babysit and while she was there used OP’s vibrator and had sex in her bed, there’d be someone on here arguing that next time OP should leave it out for her with some chocolates on the pillow.
Anonymous wrote:That’s what you get when you expect free child care from your in-laws. Hire a sitter next time. And use the money you could have spent on a sitter for the weekend to buy yourself some new chocolates. Or better yet, buy your MIL a box too for babysitting the entire weekend for free. And no, I’m not a MIL.
Anonymous wrote:That’s what you get when you expect free child care from your in-laws. Hire a sitter next time. And use the money you could have spent on a sitter for the weekend to buy yourself some new chocolates. Or better yet, buy your MIL a box too for babysitting the entire weekend for free. And no, I’m not a MIL.