Principessa1284
<font color=royalblue>The girl whose MIL brought h
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- Oct 10, 2005
Ugh. My advice for anyone single, is to marry an orphan. I've written on all the awful inlaws threads (also, see my tag..) but their visit this week REALLY takes the cake. This is going to be long, but I just NEED to get it out of my system before I explode.
We got a tip from DH's brother (the only one of the siblings that has regular conversations with his mother) at the beginning of the month that his parents were planning on coming down "to check on the house." (We live in a house that they own; the house that DH grew up in, actually. It's on 11 acres and we take care of the house, the land, and their goats. They used to have a full blown farm, but scaled it down to just the goats before they moved up to Alabama a few years ago.) So anyway, we tried to clean the house to the best of our abilities - we've both been working insane amounts of overtime lately, and, admittedly, the house kind of looked like a disaster area. Nothing that was "dirty" besides the dishes, or that would cause any damage, mind you - just messy, not tidy. So after a few days of no-shows, DH called his mom and point-blank asked her when they were coming. She avoided the actual question and said she wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, as her back was bothering her and she was stuck on the couch.
So, a few weeks go by and we don't hear anything, until I get a frantic call from my SIL that her parents have shown up on the doorstep of her house in FL. No warning, no call, nothing. (She is not what I'd call "friendly" with her parents - she's a lesbian and her parents are very strict, conservative baptists and make sure that she knows that they do not look kindly on her "lifestyle.") Funny thing is, she was not at her house in FL - she travels back and forth and is in DC during the week for work and only her partner and their kids were there. Super awkward for her poor partner - the sweetest woman, like, EVER. So SIL texted me after they had left and warned that the visit had been fairly civil, but they were probably on the way to our house. MIL also called DH shortly after that while on his lunch break, to tell him they would be their soon and not to worry about cleaning a they wouldn't mind the mess for this short visit. I was at work, but DH works from home. He does tech support for a phone & internet company from home, but it has to be silent when he's working. They record and can listen to all his calls, and if there's a barking dog, crying baby, or obvious non-call center chatter, he can get in HUGE trouble.
So an hour or so later, while they knew he was working, they burst in the front door and FIL screams, "Oh my lord... just oh my lord... look at this place," 3 or 4 times before DH has to but his call on hold and tell him to shut his mouth while he's on the phone. So the rest of his working day, he said they chattered on and on about the messy state of the house. I did have clothes everywhere - I had been trying to get the laundry all washed and folded and out of the way, but I had fallen asleep on the couch midway through. But not only did they tell us NOT to clean, we had been cleaning little by little, which clearly was not enough. After DH got off work, he tried to make himself some dinner, and his father came at him, shouting about something else that we hadn't done right, and my calm, mild-mannered, laid back DH absolutely LOST IT. He usually just ignores them, but he said he got so fed up that he really lost it and screamed at the both of them about how all they do is criticize and come into peoples lives and houses and tear things about, etc. He rarely swears, but he said he used as much profanity as possible and apparently it got the message through, because they didn't say a single negative word the rest of the night.
Then yesterday, we had plans to go to the parks with some friends that were in town, and his mother huffed and puffed that we weren't spending any time with them, and that we don't ignore MY parents when they're in town. I held my tongue but really wanted to point out how my parents our courteous enough to give us a few weeks of a heads-up before they come down, and schedule their time with us so we're not already busy. So we go and have a fabulous time, come home, and his parents seem to be in bed. His mom comes out 20 minutes or so later so say that they're leaving early in the morning to go home, and says she put a card "with a little something in it" on the kitchen table. (DH's birthday is today).
So I grab my laptop to pay some bills, turn on the lamp next to the couch, and see it - my little trinket box. We went to an art show last month, and I bought a hand-made trinket box from a local artist. She made them out of old match boxes, spray painted them, and put a tiny print of an artwork on the top, and then lacquered over everything. The one I picked out happened to have a scantily clad woman from the 20's on the front, in a boudoir-style pose. It was so pretty - I really loved it. Well, MIL, good puritan that she is, decided it was not to her liking, and colored over the picture, except the woman's head, with a black sharpie. I was just livid - SO upset. It was one-of-a-kind. I tried to gently remove the marker with some rubbing alcohol, but it also started moving the lacquer and took some of the actual print with it. I'm still upset. If she didn't care to look at it, she could have put something on top of it or turned it over - that's what she usually does with my outrageous cosmo magazines. *sigh* So DH decides now in a good time to open his card, to maybe make us feel a little better. So we open it an "a little something" drops out. No, not cash or a check, but a note. It says that she is giving him $200.. the money that she loaned him for something a few years ago. Um.. what? He doesn't owe her any money - he paid that back to her almost immediately. (He was trying to buy me some concert tickets right before we got married, and ticketmaster blocked his card because he entered the wrong billing address by mistake.. so he had about 4 minutes before they gave the tickets to someone else, and his mom OFFERED to let him use her card. I made sure he paid her back a few days later.)
So DH was absolutely livid over all of this- he was going to wake up early to give her a piece of his mind, and tell her where she could shove that card, but he ended up having to stay up almost all night with a sick cat and didn't wake up. His kitten that we adopted a few months ago kept throwing up and pitifully crying. He said she hadn't been herself since a few hours after his parents got here the day before - she wouldn't really eat and wasn't really feeling playful. he's convinced his mother tried to poison her. She has threatened the cat's life on more than one occasion - I have no idea what vendetta she's got against this cat. We've got 2 others that she simply adores. The last time they were here, she threatened to make this little kitten "disappear" and how tempted she was to take it out back and shoot it . Mind you, she's like 9 months old and has never ruined anything with her claws or anything like that. I'm happy to report she got whatever it was out of her system and is eating, drinking, and terrorizing her older brothers as-normal this morning.
I really, really, REALLY give up. We've signed all the papers on a new house (woo hoo!! ) and are just waiting on the mortgage company to give the builders the go-ahead to start construction. (I swear, they're going to ask me next why I went to mcdonalds for lunch the other day, instead of burger king. Sheesh!) Our realtor found the cutest little development. They're building new houses on some land that was cleared just before the market crashed, and those developers had abandoned it and gone out of business. We're getting a BRAND NEW house with our colors and specifications for barely more than we were going to pay for a lived-in house - AND the builder is paying all of the closing costs.
Please pray that they build it fast!!!
We got a tip from DH's brother (the only one of the siblings that has regular conversations with his mother) at the beginning of the month that his parents were planning on coming down "to check on the house." (We live in a house that they own; the house that DH grew up in, actually. It's on 11 acres and we take care of the house, the land, and their goats. They used to have a full blown farm, but scaled it down to just the goats before they moved up to Alabama a few years ago.) So anyway, we tried to clean the house to the best of our abilities - we've both been working insane amounts of overtime lately, and, admittedly, the house kind of looked like a disaster area. Nothing that was "dirty" besides the dishes, or that would cause any damage, mind you - just messy, not tidy. So after a few days of no-shows, DH called his mom and point-blank asked her when they were coming. She avoided the actual question and said she wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, as her back was bothering her and she was stuck on the couch.
So, a few weeks go by and we don't hear anything, until I get a frantic call from my SIL that her parents have shown up on the doorstep of her house in FL. No warning, no call, nothing. (She is not what I'd call "friendly" with her parents - she's a lesbian and her parents are very strict, conservative baptists and make sure that she knows that they do not look kindly on her "lifestyle.") Funny thing is, she was not at her house in FL - she travels back and forth and is in DC during the week for work and only her partner and their kids were there. Super awkward for her poor partner - the sweetest woman, like, EVER. So SIL texted me after they had left and warned that the visit had been fairly civil, but they were probably on the way to our house. MIL also called DH shortly after that while on his lunch break, to tell him they would be their soon and not to worry about cleaning a they wouldn't mind the mess for this short visit. I was at work, but DH works from home. He does tech support for a phone & internet company from home, but it has to be silent when he's working. They record and can listen to all his calls, and if there's a barking dog, crying baby, or obvious non-call center chatter, he can get in HUGE trouble.
So an hour or so later, while they knew he was working, they burst in the front door and FIL screams, "Oh my lord... just oh my lord... look at this place," 3 or 4 times before DH has to but his call on hold and tell him to shut his mouth while he's on the phone. So the rest of his working day, he said they chattered on and on about the messy state of the house. I did have clothes everywhere - I had been trying to get the laundry all washed and folded and out of the way, but I had fallen asleep on the couch midway through. But not only did they tell us NOT to clean, we had been cleaning little by little, which clearly was not enough. After DH got off work, he tried to make himself some dinner, and his father came at him, shouting about something else that we hadn't done right, and my calm, mild-mannered, laid back DH absolutely LOST IT. He usually just ignores them, but he said he got so fed up that he really lost it and screamed at the both of them about how all they do is criticize and come into peoples lives and houses and tear things about, etc. He rarely swears, but he said he used as much profanity as possible and apparently it got the message through, because they didn't say a single negative word the rest of the night.
Then yesterday, we had plans to go to the parks with some friends that were in town, and his mother huffed and puffed that we weren't spending any time with them, and that we don't ignore MY parents when they're in town. I held my tongue but really wanted to point out how my parents our courteous enough to give us a few weeks of a heads-up before they come down, and schedule their time with us so we're not already busy. So we go and have a fabulous time, come home, and his parents seem to be in bed. His mom comes out 20 minutes or so later so say that they're leaving early in the morning to go home, and says she put a card "with a little something in it" on the kitchen table. (DH's birthday is today).
So I grab my laptop to pay some bills, turn on the lamp next to the couch, and see it - my little trinket box. We went to an art show last month, and I bought a hand-made trinket box from a local artist. She made them out of old match boxes, spray painted them, and put a tiny print of an artwork on the top, and then lacquered over everything. The one I picked out happened to have a scantily clad woman from the 20's on the front, in a boudoir-style pose. It was so pretty - I really loved it. Well, MIL, good puritan that she is, decided it was not to her liking, and colored over the picture, except the woman's head, with a black sharpie. I was just livid - SO upset. It was one-of-a-kind. I tried to gently remove the marker with some rubbing alcohol, but it also started moving the lacquer and took some of the actual print with it. I'm still upset. If she didn't care to look at it, she could have put something on top of it or turned it over - that's what she usually does with my outrageous cosmo magazines. *sigh* So DH decides now in a good time to open his card, to maybe make us feel a little better. So we open it an "a little something" drops out. No, not cash or a check, but a note. It says that she is giving him $200.. the money that she loaned him for something a few years ago. Um.. what? He doesn't owe her any money - he paid that back to her almost immediately. (He was trying to buy me some concert tickets right before we got married, and ticketmaster blocked his card because he entered the wrong billing address by mistake.. so he had about 4 minutes before they gave the tickets to someone else, and his mom OFFERED to let him use her card. I made sure he paid her back a few days later.)
So DH was absolutely livid over all of this- he was going to wake up early to give her a piece of his mind, and tell her where she could shove that card, but he ended up having to stay up almost all night with a sick cat and didn't wake up. His kitten that we adopted a few months ago kept throwing up and pitifully crying. He said she hadn't been herself since a few hours after his parents got here the day before - she wouldn't really eat and wasn't really feeling playful. he's convinced his mother tried to poison her. She has threatened the cat's life on more than one occasion - I have no idea what vendetta she's got against this cat. We've got 2 others that she simply adores. The last time they were here, she threatened to make this little kitten "disappear" and how tempted she was to take it out back and shoot it . Mind you, she's like 9 months old and has never ruined anything with her claws or anything like that. I'm happy to report she got whatever it was out of her system and is eating, drinking, and terrorizing her older brothers as-normal this morning.
I really, really, REALLY give up. We've signed all the papers on a new house (woo hoo!! ) and are just waiting on the mortgage company to give the builders the go-ahead to start construction. (I swear, they're going to ask me next why I went to mcdonalds for lunch the other day, instead of burger king. Sheesh!) Our realtor found the cutest little development. They're building new houses on some land that was cleared just before the market crashed, and those developers had abandoned it and gone out of business. We're getting a BRAND NEW house with our colors and specifications for barely more than we were going to pay for a lived-in house - AND the builder is paying all of the closing costs.
Please pray that they build it fast!!!