Since my thread on my psychotic MIL emerged I noticed a lot of people with some own gems of their own. Let's swap! It's good therapy!
I know there are some really good MIL's out there, so for the women out there that have them, read these and be grateful for what you have!
Gosh, I have a library full in my head of horrible MIL stories. Where to begin? I'll go with my daughter's FIRST birthday party.
Well, the minute my MIL walked in the door, poor Izzy began to scream and freak out the minute she laid eyes on my MIL. (as one of my friends put it who was there, "kids can sense
")
I had to take Izzy outside on our back deck and try to calm her down. Everytime I went to take her in the house, she'd freak out all over again. Finally I had to rush her inside, take her downstairs (furnished apartment where we live) and get her calm. About 20 minutes later, we were able to bring the guest of honor back to the party, where she wanted nothing to do with my MIL. Oddly enough, it's been this way since she was about 2-3 months old. Lucky enough for me, my MIL lives about 1 1/2 hrs. away.
Well, the party went on. My MIL bought her clothes that were obviously too small, a jacket that was a matching one to her other "perfect" granddaughter, and a few things from the dollar store. (OMG just telling this story brings up 2-3 more in my head)
We hadn't spent Christmas together because it was too busy and my MIL kept saying "don't send our presents, we'll get it next time." So this happened to be "next time". We gave them their gifts and my MIL and her 9 year old (the girl is exactly like her) just threw their gifts to the side.
Later on, when they thought no one was standing there (I was behind them) they were COMPLAINING about their gifts, about how late they were given. As the 9 year old said, "Nothing like having Christmas in March..." Then MIL cackled and made some other crack and they both had a laugh.
So then Erica wanted to play our Nintendo Wii so I took her downstairs and let her have a go at it. When we came back upstairs, my MIL goes, "what were YOU TWO doing down there all alone?" (Nice implication, right?) Ugh. My SIL was mad and disgusted as was I.
Then they were all playing with Izzy in her toy room and I walked out to grab the phone. When I got off the phone everyone was in the kitchen...except Izzy. She was in that room all alone. Chris says, "Mom, where's Izzy?" She waved her hand and ignored him! So he and I went to the toy room where she was sitting all alone. Argh!
Finally, they were leaving and my MIL hands us 3 big garbage bags full of clothes. She says, "oh April needed to get rid of these." They were hand me downs (I have no problem with hand me downs AT ALL) of her kid's clothes...that she couldn't sell at a garage sale and were STILL marked with price tags. The stuff was badly stained and there were shoes in there with dog poo on the bottom of them.
Well, we're gonna sell those at a garage sale we're having and mark them real cheap. Cindy had a good idea, she said to send April a thank you note for the profit and ask if she has any more clothes I can sell.


Gosh, I have a library full in my head of horrible MIL stories. Where to begin? I'll go with my daughter's FIRST birthday party.
Well, the minute my MIL walked in the door, poor Izzy began to scream and freak out the minute she laid eyes on my MIL. (as one of my friends put it who was there, "kids can sense

I had to take Izzy outside on our back deck and try to calm her down. Everytime I went to take her in the house, she'd freak out all over again. Finally I had to rush her inside, take her downstairs (furnished apartment where we live) and get her calm. About 20 minutes later, we were able to bring the guest of honor back to the party, where she wanted nothing to do with my MIL. Oddly enough, it's been this way since she was about 2-3 months old. Lucky enough for me, my MIL lives about 1 1/2 hrs. away.
Well, the party went on. My MIL bought her clothes that were obviously too small, a jacket that was a matching one to her other "perfect" granddaughter, and a few things from the dollar store. (OMG just telling this story brings up 2-3 more in my head)
We hadn't spent Christmas together because it was too busy and my MIL kept saying "don't send our presents, we'll get it next time." So this happened to be "next time". We gave them their gifts and my MIL and her 9 year old (the girl is exactly like her) just threw their gifts to the side.
Later on, when they thought no one was standing there (I was behind them) they were COMPLAINING about their gifts, about how late they were given. As the 9 year old said, "Nothing like having Christmas in March..." Then MIL cackled and made some other crack and they both had a laugh.
So then Erica wanted to play our Nintendo Wii so I took her downstairs and let her have a go at it. When we came back upstairs, my MIL goes, "what were YOU TWO doing down there all alone?" (Nice implication, right?) Ugh. My SIL was mad and disgusted as was I.
Then they were all playing with Izzy in her toy room and I walked out to grab the phone. When I got off the phone everyone was in the kitchen...except Izzy. She was in that room all alone. Chris says, "Mom, where's Izzy?" She waved her hand and ignored him! So he and I went to the toy room where she was sitting all alone. Argh!
Finally, they were leaving and my MIL hands us 3 big garbage bags full of clothes. She says, "oh April needed to get rid of these." They were hand me downs (I have no problem with hand me downs AT ALL) of her kid's clothes...that she couldn't sell at a garage sale and were STILL marked with price tags. The stuff was badly stained and there were shoes in there with dog poo on the bottom of them.
Well, we're gonna sell those at a garage sale we're having and mark them real cheap. Cindy had a good idea, she said to send April a thank you note for the profit and ask if she has any more clothes I can sell.


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