Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:DH and I made a big, lovely dinner. We spent hundreds on groceries.
ILs are now in the kitchen dividing it all up to take home. Whatever, I’m letting DH handle his people, or not. But I did take over the turkey distribution because I want some to freeze for tetrazzini.
In my family, no one would dream of taking leftovers unless they were offered. It is so freaking rude.
+100
Never in my life have I ever experienced what I've read about here. I've spent holidays with different members of my extended family and I've never seen people show up with their own tupperware and just start hauling off stuff. Never.
Anonymous wrote:College DDs are home. Oldest is not a fan of leftovers, even of meals she loves. This week her solution is to farm out leftovers to friends “Oh, so and so’s parents just had cheese and crackers for dinner and friend is starving. Okay if I take these leftovers with me when I visit?” I have to admit it is pretty clever though DH was sad to see his potential lunch walk out the door.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:DH and I made a big, lovely dinner. We spent hundreds on groceries.
ILs are now in the kitchen dividing it all up to take home. Whatever, I’m letting DH handle his people, or not. But I did take over the turkey distribution because I want some to freeze for tetrazzini.
In my family, no one would dream of taking leftovers unless they were offered. It is so freaking rude.
+100
Never in my life have I ever experienced what I've read about here. I've spent holidays with different members of my extended family and I've never seen people show up with their own tupperware and just start hauling off stuff. Never.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:To accomodate early afternoon football game we went to a movie at 11a this morning. There is nothing in the house to eat for lunch and mom expects my teens (and husband) to wait until 4:30p to eat (she and my dad only eat two meals a day). No lunch. We stopped for take out on the way home from the movie. Now I'm getting the side eye from mom because I won't follow her plan. I told her she can serve dinner at 4:30p, but, now she is worried we won't eat enough and she'll have too much food left over. I can not deal with her old lady rigidity regarding food and meal times. Vent done.
This is what I come here to read. Legit.
I fought this battle with DW and the inlaws. Our infant, then toddler, then 3-6 year old normally ate three meals and snacks. When the inlaws are here, they want to eat at 5:30am for their breakfast, then starve themselves until happy hour, then dinner at 7. DW gives into this and I'm the one insisting on stopping for lunch (which then makes food issue FIL look at me like I'm a gluttonous fatso who must eat lunch). So fricking over this.
Ahhh my ILs are like this too. No lunch, then often a cheese board and crap tons of wine for dinner. For breakfast they each eat a bowl of Fiber One and half a banana. Sometimes at dinner they will make spaghetti noodles with jarred sauce poured over in a nod to the caloric needs of our children. If anyone goes in the kitchen after dinner, they are on red alert. At meals, MIL watches each serving we take and each bite. She pushes her food around before taking a bite about every 5 minutes during a meal. She brags about skipping meals, especially dinner. She is 5'2" and weighs 95 pounds. Other people's weight, especially extended family members, is a frequent topic. There is a greatest hits of weight related brags: left hospital when having DH same weight as when she got pregnant, shops in the kids section, can't find clothes small enough, why are all the clothes at Target so big. "That is just a big big woman" stated often about strangers, neighbors and family members. OK readers, hope these true stories are hitting the spot!
But it’s like none of these women have ever worked out or strength trained in their life. Don’t they understand that skinny fat is not attractive at all?
For that demographic, the flat ass is goals. Concave ass and baggy pants even better. They cannot process that curves and booty are in.
My MIL: "we eat so much food when we visit you. I'll be skipping dinner for at least a week after this". True story.
Oh don't forget they drink only weak pale church coffee with skim. PP with the MIL who puts whipped cream in her coffee, your MIL is cool and living her best life instead of denying herself any pleasure for decades, then being surprised that no one cares about her weight but her.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Petty vent. For 20 plus years SIL tries to one up us and any interest we or the kids have suddenly become her interests so she can compete. Last night we announced an important change we are making that requires a financial investment that we’ve been talking about for 20 years. It’s very specific. SIL’s response - OH. DH and I are going to do that too, just bigger and better. Then she spent the rest of the conversation talking about herself. All from a woman who has never worked a day in 20 years. Whatever.
I’m still trying to imagine making a big announcement to my family about a financial investment at Christmas.
It wasn’t a big announcement. Poor wording on my part. It came up at dinner and for those that know us and care they knew it was a big deal to us. We never talk about ourselves since SIL does all the talking and needs to be the center but it came up.
Anonymous wrote:I have a super petty, OCD one!
My mom is here for the holidays, she comes for a few weeks every year. She is great, and helps with things like the dishwasher/laundry/etc. great! Well…
My pots and pans stack according to size. They fit neatly in my sliding drawer that way. One on top of the other, next to the stack of mixing bowls and colanders that all nestle together as well.
My mom cannot, for the life of her, put a pot or mixing bowl inside or under another. Every time, she just jams then alongside the others until there is a junkpile of kitchenware, and the drawer can barely close.
This AM I opened it to find she put the very top pot, the smallest one, beside the pots and on the lids instead of nestled in its spot. It’s getting to where I flinch opening the drawer, wondering what new hellscape of disorder awaits me within.
Am I the pettiest? I think so.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I have a super petty, OCD one!
My mom is here for the holidays, she comes for a few weeks every year. She is great, and helps with things like the dishwasher/laundry/etc. great! Well…
My pots and pans stack according to size. They fit neatly in my sliding drawer that way. One on top of the other, next to the stack of mixing bowls and colanders that all nestle together as well.
My mom cannot, for the life of her, put a pot or mixing bowl inside or under another. Every time, she just jams then alongside the others until there is a junkpile of kitchenware, and the drawer can barely close.
This AM I opened it to find she put the very top pot, the smallest one, beside the pots and on the lids instead of nestled in its spot. It’s getting to where I flinch opening the drawer, wondering what new hellscape of disorder awaits me within.
Am I the pettiest? I think so.
It would take you two seconds to ask her to please just leave pots/lids on the counter, and you will put them away. So yes, you are the pettiest because you can so quickly and easily fix this!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I got presents for my step brother’s wife and her nieces and nephews and no one got anything for my young son.
Unnecessary gifting. Kids get enough crap. Just stop. Really.
No.
For the type of “gifter” above, know that everything is donated or goes up on Buy Nothing a few days after you visit. Even my kids don’t like the garbage you give, and think it’s excessive. They like gifts, not the “stuff” you give.
Anonymous wrote:
Being thin is their entire identity, their seminal accomplishment and raison d’être. It is a sad and insidious alliance.
Anonymous wrote:I have a super petty, OCD one!
My mom is here for the holidays, she comes for a few weeks every year. She is great, and helps with things like the dishwasher/laundry/etc. great! Well…
My pots and pans stack according to size. They fit neatly in my sliding drawer that way. One on top of the other, next to the stack of mixing bowls and colanders that all nestle together as well.
My mom cannot, for the life of her, put a pot or mixing bowl inside or under another. Every time, she just jams then alongside the others until there is a junkpile of kitchenware, and the drawer can barely close.
This AM I opened it to find she put the very top pot, the smallest one, beside the pots and on the lids instead of nestled in its spot. It’s getting to where I flinch opening the drawer, wondering what new hellscape of disorder awaits me within.
Am I the pettiest? I think so.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I made Xmas breakfast for the family, and a full Xmas dinner.
Not a thank you from dh.
Not a “yum, that was good”
Not an offer to clean a plate or wipe a table.
I’m not saying I need a medal, but I feel like the help.
Hell, a paid chef would’ve probably gotten a thank you and compliments.
It makes me feel very sad to feel so unseen and unappreciated by my spouse.
My response to this would somewhat differ depending on whether you're SAHM or not. If you both work, his lack of appreciation and offer to help is appalling. If not, he should certainly extend appreciation but there might be an issue of expectations there (ie all domestic chores your domain) and you should simply use your words and ask for help with an out-of-the-ordinary burden he took for granted.
Yea, we both work.
And I make more money.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I got presents for my step brother’s wife and her nieces and nephews and no one got anything for my young son.
Unnecessary gifting. Kids get enough crap. Just stop. Really.
No.