Don is back working weekends! Horray! Not that I'm excited to have him out of the house on Saturday's and Sunday's, but I am relieved for our financial situation.
On to MIL stories - haven't had one of those in a while. I asked Don to ask his mom not to come over every day. He did. But she continues to come over. She comes over to my house EVERY DAY! Monday through Friday. She is there. I've asked Don why she does this and Don says that she's bored. I can appreciate that I guess, but find another hobby besides coming over to my house to fix my 42 year old husband breakfast and iron his jeans!! She not only does this, but she gives my dog treats and fixes him "special" meals. My dog has a weight problem - STOP FEEDING HIM!! I've asked her to stop and sometimes she denies that she does it - while she stands next to the evidence to the contrary.
Yesterday, when I got home from work, I saw the evidence of my MIL's presence on my coffee table (a stack of mail for us to sort through because she claims to not understand it). On the top of the stack of dead trees, was Cooper's homework. He had already done it! Don looked at it, read the directions out loud and told Cooper, "wait til Mommy gets home so she can help you". Don had to take a phone call in the office, so he left Cooper to watch tv. When he returned, Cooper had gotten his homework supplies and did his homework ALL BY HIMSELF! We were very proud - and he did it correctly! My smart little boy!
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
MIL Strikes Again
It's been a while since I have written about my MIL. We try to stay out of each others' hair as much as possible - it just makes our lives easier. Yesterday, I knew she was out and about with Cooper so I tried to call her around 1:00 pm, then probably 1:30 ish, then 2:00 ish, etc. I called again around 3:00 and again, like the times before, no answer - just ringing. About 15 seconds after I hung up from the last call my husband called me. He said, "mom just called, and she's at the laundry mat and wants you to stop calling her because she can't talk, she'll call you later". To this I responded..."your mom called you to tell you to call me to tell me to stop calling her? Why didn't she just pick up one of my calls and tell me that she would call me back in a little bit?" INSANITY!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Another crazy MIL story
I called my MIL yesterday to check on Cooper like I usually do. She told me what he had for breakfast, we talked for a minute, etc. Then she said that she was outside cleaning her patio furniture and that Cooper ruined his shirt - here's how the conversation unfolded:
Me: How did he manage to ruin his shirt?
MIL: Well, he was playing in the dirt, and I was spraying my furniture with that spray cleaner with bleach from the dollar store. When I got to scrubbing, I got distracted and didn't notice that Cooper was playing in the bleach puddle on the chair.
Me: What?
MIL: Well, you shouldn't put him in good clothes to come over here - I had to get that done.
ME: I realize that you need to do certain things around the house, and his ruined shirt is not my concern, I'm concerned that he was playing with bleach. That's very dangerous.
MIL: I washed his hands.
ME: That's great, how long was he there, did he touch is eyes, did it irritate his skin? I don't use cleaners with harsh chemicals for this very reason, I don't want my child exposed to those dangers.
MIL: It was that cleaner from the dollar store, so it probably didn't have any bleach in it.
ME: If it bleached his shirt, IT HAS BLEACH IN IT!
MIL: Well, I had to get it done. I'll buy him another shirt.
She just doesn't get it. It wasn't a nice shirt that I put him in, it was just a play shirt. I wasn't concerned about the clothes, it's just that she is absent minded sometimes and doesn't keep a close enough eye on him to see that he was playing in a puddle of bleach! I am grateful that he wasn't hurt in any way.
Me: How did he manage to ruin his shirt?
MIL: Well, he was playing in the dirt, and I was spraying my furniture with that spray cleaner with bleach from the dollar store. When I got to scrubbing, I got distracted and didn't notice that Cooper was playing in the bleach puddle on the chair.
Me: What?
MIL: Well, you shouldn't put him in good clothes to come over here - I had to get that done.
ME: I realize that you need to do certain things around the house, and his ruined shirt is not my concern, I'm concerned that he was playing with bleach. That's very dangerous.
MIL: I washed his hands.
ME: That's great, how long was he there, did he touch is eyes, did it irritate his skin? I don't use cleaners with harsh chemicals for this very reason, I don't want my child exposed to those dangers.
MIL: It was that cleaner from the dollar store, so it probably didn't have any bleach in it.
ME: If it bleached his shirt, IT HAS BLEACH IN IT!
MIL: Well, I had to get it done. I'll buy him another shirt.
She just doesn't get it. It wasn't a nice shirt that I put him in, it was just a play shirt. I wasn't concerned about the clothes, it's just that she is absent minded sometimes and doesn't keep a close enough eye on him to see that he was playing in a puddle of bleach! I am grateful that he wasn't hurt in any way.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
The MIL strikes again
There for a while, things were fine and dandy on the MIL front. She's been argueing with EVERYONE lately, and just before Christmas, she decided that she wanted to keep Cooper over at her house instead of her coming over to our house. Don and I agreed, that way she would be out of his hair as well.
Since this, she came over to my house the day after Christmas, and that was it. She hadn't been there since. Again, fine by Don and I as we don't have to listen to her. This past Sunday evening, Joseph decided he wanted a haircut by his Grandma. She came over to do the haircut but stayed in the garage with Joseph so that she would send Cooper into a tizzy right before bedtime.
I need to back up here and say that because she hasn't come over during the day (or at all really), that she hasn't done Joseph's laundry. This is where I come in to attempt - AGAIN - to teach him how to do it on his own. Just before dinner time on Sunday, I gave Joseph a lesson. My clothes were in the dryer and we started a load of Josephs clothes.
After dinner, I had to put Cooper to bed. And when I was done, I went to get my clothes out of the dryer so that I could continue the laundry lesson with Joseph. I walked into the garage and found my clothes piled on top of the dryer and Joseph's clothes missing. I went into the house to ask Joseph were his clothes were and he said, "Grandma took them, she said they would sit there and wrinkle, so she just took them". I got onto Joseph because he knew that this was a learning project and he let her take them. I went back into the garage to finish putting my laundry away and I just kept fuming. I told Don what happened and he just shook his head. I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with this, but I then decided to call her:
MIL - Hello.
ME - Hey, did you take something while you were here?
MIL - Yes, I took Joseph's clothes so that I could iron them.
ME - but they weren't even dry yet.
MIL - yeah I know
ME - I wish you wouldn't have done that - I was trying to teach Joseph how to do laundry.
MIL - oh, well, he already knows
ME - NO HE DOESN'T.
MIL - well, I didn't know.
ME - And that was very rude. You don't just walk into someones house and take things without asking.
MIL - Well, you weren't around.
ME - I WAS IN MY HOUSE! All you had to do was poke your head in, but no, you just took it upon yourself and over-stepped your bounds. You had no right to interfere.
MIL - hung up.
I called her back three times and she didn't answer. I told Don what happened and that he would have to take Cooper over there the next day because I had no desire to see her. He ended up keeping Cooper most of the day. Don took the brunt of the abuse from his mom, as he usually does. But I did comment to him that I'm the third wife that hasn't gotten along with her - WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT HER?
MIL and I made up yesterday. The Christian in me can't hold a grudge for too long.
Since this, she came over to my house the day after Christmas, and that was it. She hadn't been there since. Again, fine by Don and I as we don't have to listen to her. This past Sunday evening, Joseph decided he wanted a haircut by his Grandma. She came over to do the haircut but stayed in the garage with Joseph so that she would send Cooper into a tizzy right before bedtime.
I need to back up here and say that because she hasn't come over during the day (or at all really), that she hasn't done Joseph's laundry. This is where I come in to attempt - AGAIN - to teach him how to do it on his own. Just before dinner time on Sunday, I gave Joseph a lesson. My clothes were in the dryer and we started a load of Josephs clothes.
After dinner, I had to put Cooper to bed. And when I was done, I went to get my clothes out of the dryer so that I could continue the laundry lesson with Joseph. I walked into the garage and found my clothes piled on top of the dryer and Joseph's clothes missing. I went into the house to ask Joseph were his clothes were and he said, "Grandma took them, she said they would sit there and wrinkle, so she just took them". I got onto Joseph because he knew that this was a learning project and he let her take them. I went back into the garage to finish putting my laundry away and I just kept fuming. I told Don what happened and he just shook his head. I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with this, but I then decided to call her:
MIL - Hello.
ME - Hey, did you take something while you were here?
MIL - Yes, I took Joseph's clothes so that I could iron them.
ME - but they weren't even dry yet.
MIL - yeah I know
ME - I wish you wouldn't have done that - I was trying to teach Joseph how to do laundry.
MIL - oh, well, he already knows
ME - NO HE DOESN'T.
MIL - well, I didn't know.
ME - And that was very rude. You don't just walk into someones house and take things without asking.
MIL - Well, you weren't around.
ME - I WAS IN MY HOUSE! All you had to do was poke your head in, but no, you just took it upon yourself and over-stepped your bounds. You had no right to interfere.
MIL - hung up.
I called her back three times and she didn't answer. I told Don what happened and that he would have to take Cooper over there the next day because I had no desire to see her. He ended up keeping Cooper most of the day. Don took the brunt of the abuse from his mom, as he usually does. But I did comment to him that I'm the third wife that hasn't gotten along with her - WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT HER?
MIL and I made up yesterday. The Christian in me can't hold a grudge for too long.
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