Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:MIL refuses to buy foods that the kids like and then makes us feel terrible because our kids are bad eaters. I’m not talking about sugared cereal (gasp!) or spaghetti-os level “kid food.” She made beef stew last night and tonight we are having fish because she got a good deal at the store (and because SHE likes that). The house is a museum and no games of any kind left over from Ds and three sibs. I’m not even sure they were allowed to sleep in the house as children (I know the dog wasn’t).
I don't know about this one...I grew up having to eat the same "adult" food as adults and have my kids do the same. We don't do separate meals and that has expanded my kids palate.
We don’t do separate “kid meals” either and kids are really not particularly picky, but it’s like she goes out of her way to make the visit as unpleasant as possible and the food is one aspect of this. We are on “vacation” and I just don’t want to deal with kids who are grumpy because they didn’t eat (there is also a strict no snacks in the house rule). I’m just asking she meets the kids a smidge of the way with something like grilled meat and salad or really any kind of pasta.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I would not put up with that. If I’m not comfortable. I’m staying in a hotel.
Of course MIL also lives relatively far from nearest hotel etc. DS is now wearing a hat and puffer jacket...
This is why I have no shame about day drinking here
Since it’s not a money issue, just go turn the thermostat up to 70. Have one of your kids distract everyone if necessary.
Not all at once. You have to do it a degree or two at time.
I am that person -- I grew up with the house at 60 and have it set to 63-64 pretty much all the time. (We also have bad circulation, so even when it is higher there are rooms that are too hot and too cold). We have some targeted space heaters in certain places that we can turn on/off if we want. We have the money, and I know I drive my husband nuts, but I can't get over the feeling of wastefulness. its a hard habit to break!
(my father still turns it to 55 downstairs overnight, so at least I'm better than that).
My friend divorced his wife over this
Anonymous wrote:Last thing, I had never seen anyone store food in a cold garage until I got married. When MIL walked out with a pan of leftover turkey and put it on a cloth that was on the car hood, it blew my mind. And I don't care how cold it was, it bothered me that our food was sitting out in the garage with the cars and the lawn chemicals and boxes of books and broken garden tools.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As we were leaving, my MIL was packing up leftovers for us to take home. Would not give her son any of the side she made (there was lots left) and my FIL was saying that there wasn't enough turkey to share (there was.) It was like they bought those things so they were theirs to keep. FWIW, I cooked the turkey.
At least a nice lesson in how different people can be.
Did they purchase and cook the food, and host? Totally fair to keep the leftovers. IMO.
We brought the ingredients and made several sides. Either way, I found it weird
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As we were leaving, my MIL was packing up leftovers for us to take home. Would not give her son any of the side she made (there was lots left) and my FIL was saying that there wasn't enough turkey to share (there was.) It was like they bought those things so they were theirs to keep. FWIW, I cooked the turkey.
At least a nice lesson in how different people can be.
Did they purchase and cook the food, and host? Totally fair to keep the leftovers. IMO.
Anonymous wrote:As we were leaving, my MIL was packing up leftovers for us to take home. Would not give her son any of the side she made (there was lots left) and my FIL was saying that there wasn't enough turkey to share (there was.) It was like they bought those things so they were theirs to keep. FWIW, I cooked the turkey.
At least a nice lesson in how different people can be.
Anonymous wrote:Wtf drinks apple juice or orange juice with a dinner meal?
And no, no grandmother the world over would drink up a grandchild’s juice and then taunt and gloat at said grandchild at a group dinner.
What a b1thc.
Hope you only get together once a year w in laws like that.
Anonymous wrote:As we were leaving, my MIL was packing up leftovers for us to take home. Would not give her son any of the side she made (there was lots left) and my FIL was saying that there wasn't enough turkey to share (there was.) It was like they bought those things so they were theirs to keep. FWIW, I cooked the turkey.
At least a nice lesson in how different people can be.
Anonymous wrote:As we were leaving, my MIL was packing up leftovers for us to take home. Would not give her son any of the side she made (there was lots left) and my FIL was saying that there wasn't enough turkey to share (there was.) It was like they bought those things so they were theirs to keep. FWIW, I cooked the turkey.
At least a nice lesson in how different people can be.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:One in-law will only really engage in conversation on two-three topics. If not one of those topics, he doesn’t engage much beyond asking one or two questions for which he prefers a short answer then looks and acts bored.
I kind of like that guycuts through the BS
Anonymous wrote:One in-law will only really engage in conversation on two-three topics. If not one of those topics, he doesn’t engage much beyond asking one or two questions for which he prefers a short answer then looks and acts bored.
Anonymous wrote:11 yo got called a Lone Wolf by her paternal grandmother on Saturday, and a Dark Horse on Sunday.
9 yo was merely called a chatterbox.
Guess they made up after MIL drank a gallon of apple cider all by herself.
Anonymous wrote:9 yo daughter goes with Dad to pick up some last minute groceries. she gets apple cider, her favorite and a treat.
FIL and MIL drink most of it and at dinner MIL pours two glasses and gives it to each of themselves, right in front of 9 yo.
9 yo looks around sad, as she realizes the whole gallon is empty somehow within one day, and she never got more than one glass and here were the last two.
MIL, the grandmother, says: “What’s wrong, are you jealous?”
All the children look at each other like they saw a witch.