So, yesterday I got sent to L&D (long story short everything's fine and we still have an inside baby). DH calls his mother to see if she can swing over to our house to let the dog out (I did not know he did that til later). So fine, what evvs...that would be helpful since we weren't sure how long we'd be.
Fast forward...we're on our way home...it's late. All I want to do is get some terrible for you fast food, and go home to comfy jammies and sleep. Well DH gets a call. His mom apparently was still at our house (hours after she should have been gone) and actually made the spaghetti I was saving for the weekend. Wtf.
So we get home and I go into my bedroom and see that she had finished and folded all of DH's laundry and folded mine...INCLUDING MY UNDERWEAR! W. T. F?!
Note: this is not the first time she has done this, and I have made it very clear to DH that I did NOT want her going into our bedroom and getting into everything!
So I'm exhausted and emotional and go OFF at DH because he had yet to talk to her about this (after multiple times).
This is my thing...you were asked to go let the dog out. You were NOT asked to cook my food or go snooping in my bedroom!
Every once in a while I feel bad and think, she's just trying to be helpful. But then I'm like NO...this is my house! I'm allowed to say stay out of my room and don't touch my shit!
DH was given until Monday to talk to her and make it clear what the boundaries are. She's the one that's going to be watching LO...and I am so anxious about it. I am just imagining coming home to her folding my clothes and rearranging my cabinets.
Shoot me now.
Re: MIL Vent - way longer than expected. Sorry.
She's one of those, i am going to clean and make you dinner all the time as well....
Totally make your H talk to her, tell him you won't be nice if you have to do it!
I told DH that he would be putting away the clothes that his mommmmmyyyy folded for him. I refused. I actually had a daydream about throwing them at him...then realized I'd be the one picking them up so I decided not to.
I'm seriously freaked for what I'm going to come home to after LO is born. Hopefully DH gets his point across and my Mom and sister can make sure she doesn't overstep boundaries. Idk if I can take another episode of this...I think I nearly exploded this time.
That being said, when I was in elementary and middle school my grandma would clean, cook, and do laundry for my parents before picking me up from school. They didn't ask her to and repeatedly told her it wasn't necessary, but were appreciative that she wanted to help out. However, she cooked at her house and brought it to ours, only did laundry that was in the laundry room, and didn't go snooping through bedrooms.
So it still bothers me, but I'm actively trying to let it go. I'm not going to be able change her. Trying to set boundaries will upset her and make her feel like I'm rejecting her love. And I know she really does love and care for me a lot, and I feel super lucky that that's how she feels.
I totally hear you, because I feel EXACTLY THE SAME WAY (I pretty much could have written this post, right down to "she folded my underwear!!!!") .... Just, if another perspective is helpful, this is one battle I'm really trying to let go of in the interests of having a good relationship with MIL.
My MIL bought me underwear for Hanukkah (because they had polka dots on them and she knows I like polka dots) and I opened them in front of everyone. I thought that was embarrassing.
Mine, who was going to babysit one day last fall, came over an hour early. I just happened to be in the shower, so I didn't hear her come in. DS was in the Jolly Jumper at the bathroom door. (We played peek-a-boo while I showered).
MIL heard him, and came upstairs, into my bedroom and started to play with him.
(Never even said, 'hey, I'm here')
When I turned the water off she said she'd give me privacy. I thought she was going to go downstairs again. WRONG!!! She just took 2 steps away from the doorway. Grrrr.
I wrapped a towel on myself, then took DS out of the jumper and passed him to her and said 'go play with grandma downstairs'.
Then she left the room and went back downstairs.
DH was in SHOCK when I told him what she did.
And for that reason alone, she will NOT be told I'm in labour unless we have NO choice (like if we need her to babysit - ie.our first person isn't available and it's an emergency)
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And me personally, I would be fine with it, because any meal I don't have to cook is cool by me, and I despise doing laundry, so if my mom, MIL, FIL, whoever felt compelled to do it for me, I'd just say thanks. But that's just me, and I hate chores more than I like privacy.
Those are boundaries that must not be crossed! So sorry about this!!
FWIW, when I've vented to friends about it, they all say the same thing: when they only had one kid, it still bugged them, but once #2 came around, they gave up and took the help...probably not what you wanted to hear, but it really is the only way she can show her love for you...cleaning and cooking. Moving the pictures around is the weird one...:) Good luck!
I think she is just trying to be nice and helpful, which is thoughtful, but laundry and bedroom stuff is out of boundaries unless she specifically asks and you approve her help with it. wiping down a counter or starting a load of dishes is different, and usually appreciated, imo.
I am so grateful I've got an amazing MIL now who wouldn't do that sort of thing, but back when DH and I first started living together (11 years ago, and we were 18 yrs old) we were living in his grandfathers old house after DH's grandfather moved in with DH's parents. there were ZERO boundaries there with the entire family, and MIL would come over and vacuum while I was sick (even while I was trying to sleep), do my laundry, undies included, put stuff away in drawers, etc. family would stop by whenever they felt like it, eat our food, just hang out, and so on. that has all changed since we got married, got our own house, and I set the boundaries, but man, I feel your pain.