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November 2013 Moms
cagoldi
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Craziness at my IL's house yesterday afternoon.
cagoldi
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WARNING - This is super long and contains offensive remarks.
Those of you that recall what I've shared about various encounters with DH's parents won't be surprised by anything here. But I can still barely believe the insanity that transpired in a few short hours on what should have been a quiet Sunday.
First, we arrive at their house and A needs to be changed. I take him into their guest bedroom where I have my little diaper station set-up. I begin the process of wiping him up and he keeps pooping. It just keeps coming and it looked like mashed up avocado. I had a package of 100 wipes and I swear to you that would not be enough for this job. DS is squirming all over, smearing poop all the while. I yelled to DH that I needed his help. As he enters the room to see poop mountain forming on the changing pad, I am gagging because the smell is overwhelming. Then A apparently had diarrhea, because poop water just began shooting out. I've never seen anything like it and that was too much for my stomach to handle. I threw up. We were clearly fighting a losing battle so DH took A into the shower and cleaned him up while I tried to regain my composure. I'm pretty sure I will never eat guacamole again.
FIL decides he wants a late lunch/early dinner. We try to get MIL out of the house whenever we can because it seems to improve her mood, but it's quite a production getting her ready, helping her into her wheelchair, etc. She was tired and didn't care to go anywhere so DH went to pick up a pizza. We at least convince MIL to go sit outside and enjoy the nice weather. So we're sitting there visiting with each other in the front yard when a new neighbor comes by and starts chatting. The woman is Asian and FIL asks her where she is from, and she says she was born in Thailand. His reply, "Oh, good. I'm glad you're not Vietnamese. They're the Mexicans of the Orient." Good Lord, I wanted to die! DH and I just looked at each other, mouth agape, and we were completely mortified. The poor unsuspecting neighbor clearly was very uncomfortable. DH jumped up and went over and apologized to her. She told us to enjoy our pizza and couldn't get out of there fast enough. DH started lecturing him about how offensive that is, it's so inappropriate, etc. but FIL just finds this entire thing hilarious.
I try to change the subject and tell them about a cute exchange between A and a little boy at daycare. When I went to pick him up early on Friday this toddler was on the playground and asked if he could see my baby. So I stopped for a minute and let him make silly faces at A and talk to him. A was flashing the biggest grin at the kid and it was so cute to see him try to be social. I'm telling them about the precious, innocent encounter and FIL's take on it is that A could be gay because he's smiling like that at a boy! I couldn't even tolerate another word so I announced it's time for A's nap, picked him up and went inside. I could hear DH once again trying to talk some sense into him, telling him he doesn't want him talking like that in front of A because he'll get the impression something is 'wrong' with homosexuals. FIL again thinks this is incredibly amusing and accuses me of being a liberal because I was upset by his comments.
At this point, I'm hiding out in the guest bedroom where A is napping and tying to avoid contact because I'm not sure that any further conversation won't degenerate into a screaming match. I heard a taser being discharged and the noise is coming from FIL's bedroom right next door. I called DH on his phone and told him to come down the hall and see WTF is going on in there. So he goes in and talks to his Dad, and he does it again. He's just playing with the thing. And apparently he set it right on nightstand next to his bed and was going to leave it there!! Obviously A isn't walking or crawling yet but FIL should not be in the habit of just letting that lie around. And our 7 year-old niece had been there as well and she could have easily found it and decided it looked like great fun to play with the taser. She doesn't go wandering around the house and I've never seen her nose around and pick up items she shouldn't but you never take that risk with kids.
Jesus, that was a novel. Anyway, as soon as A woke up we headed home. DH was just in disbelief that his Dad was behaving so badly. He's going over, alone, on Friday night to have a discussion with him about his inappropriate comments, irresponsible behavior, and I guess just ask him to try to have some self-control. It should be interesting.
Those of you that recall what I've shared about various encounters with DH's parents won't be surprised by anything here. But I can still barely believe the insanity that transpired in a few short hours on what should have been a quiet Sunday.
First, we arrive at their house and A needs to be changed. I take him into their guest bedroom where I have my little diaper station set-up. I begin the process of wiping him up and he keeps pooping. It just keeps coming and it looked like mashed up avocado. I had a package of 100 wipes and I swear to you that would not be enough for this job. DS is squirming all over, smearing poop all the while. I yelled to DH that I needed his help. As he enters the room to see poop mountain forming on the changing pad, I am gagging because the smell is overwhelming. Then A apparently had diarrhea, because poop water just began shooting out. I've never seen anything like it and that was too much for my stomach to handle. I threw up. We were clearly fighting a losing battle so DH took A into the shower and cleaned him up while I tried to regain my composure. I'm pretty sure I will never eat guacamole again.
FIL decides he wants a late lunch/early dinner. We try to get MIL out of the house whenever we can because it seems to improve her mood, but it's quite a production getting her ready, helping her into her wheelchair, etc. She was tired and didn't care to go anywhere so DH went to pick up a pizza. We at least convince MIL to go sit outside and enjoy the nice weather. So we're sitting there visiting with each other in the front yard when a new neighbor comes by and starts chatting. The woman is Asian and FIL asks her where she is from, and she says she was born in Thailand. His reply, "Oh, good. I'm glad you're not Vietnamese. They're the Mexicans of the Orient." Good Lord, I wanted to die! DH and I just looked at each other, mouth agape, and we were completely mortified. The poor unsuspecting neighbor clearly was very uncomfortable. DH jumped up and went over and apologized to her. She told us to enjoy our pizza and couldn't get out of there fast enough. DH started lecturing him about how offensive that is, it's so inappropriate, etc. but FIL just finds this entire thing hilarious.
I try to change the subject and tell them about a cute exchange between A and a little boy at daycare. When I went to pick him up early on Friday this toddler was on the playground and asked if he could see my baby. So I stopped for a minute and let him make silly faces at A and talk to him. A was flashing the biggest grin at the kid and it was so cute to see him try to be social. I'm telling them about the precious, innocent encounter and FIL's take on it is that A could be gay because he's smiling like that at a boy! I couldn't even tolerate another word so I announced it's time for A's nap, picked him up and went inside. I could hear DH once again trying to talk some sense into him, telling him he doesn't want him talking like that in front of A because he'll get the impression something is 'wrong' with homosexuals. FIL again thinks this is incredibly amusing and accuses me of being a liberal because I was upset by his comments.
At this point, I'm hiding out in the guest bedroom where A is napping and tying to avoid contact because I'm not sure that any further conversation won't degenerate into a screaming match. I heard a taser being discharged and the noise is coming from FIL's bedroom right next door. I called DH on his phone and told him to come down the hall and see WTF is going on in there. So he goes in and talks to his Dad, and he does it again. He's just playing with the thing. And apparently he set it right on nightstand next to his bed and was going to leave it there!! Obviously A isn't walking or crawling yet but FIL should not be in the habit of just letting that lie around. And our 7 year-old niece had been there as well and she could have easily found it and decided it looked like great fun to play with the taser. She doesn't go wandering around the house and I've never seen her nose around and pick up items she shouldn't but you never take that risk with kids.
Jesus, that was a novel. Anyway, as soon as A woke up we headed home. DH was just in disbelief that his Dad was behaving so badly. He's going over, alone, on Friday night to have a discussion with him about his inappropriate comments, irresponsible behavior, and I guess just ask him to try to have some self-control. It should be interesting.
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Re: Craziness at my IL's house yesterday afternoon.
You poor thing!!! I would have probably done the same thing had my LO had a Godzilla of a poop explosion.
I am sorry your family had to endure that. That is terrible. I hope your LO is feeling better and that the diarrhea has subsided since then!
I forgot about the part where FIL gave me the worst advice I've ever heard. DH and I were talking about how the Gerber formula clumps so maybe we should get one of those Dr. Brown's pitchers. He suggested we put a little sand in the bottle to help mix it up! He was serious.
I wish we could limit time with them but it's not an option with MIL requiring the help she does. I think it will eventually get to the point where DH will have to threaten not to bring the baby to visit. I hate to see that happen, but I can 't put DS in a position of hearing that kind of trash all the time. FIL will likely clean up his act if he thinks we will limit his exposure to A.
PSA: If the filter comes loose from the NoseFrida, you can ingest whatever it is you are suctioning from LO's nose. DH was the victim of this, thank God it didn't happen to me.
Yeah, I marvel at the fact DH was raised by these people. In MIL's defense, she speaks English but the nuances are lost on her. So she knows FIL is talking about Mexicans and Vietnamese people but she wouldn't understand why that remark is offensive. To this day I am shocked that FIL agreed to pay for DH's tuition at Berkeley, because well, it's Berkeley.
But that's officially a Dad job; I can't bring myself to use the thing. I also gag just hearing him suctioning.
ETA: stupid autocorrect. DH was suctioning, not auctioning.
I think part of the problem is that he truly finds it amusing to needle me. He goes out of his way to say ridiculous things because he's trying to out me as a closet liberal. It's nuts.
Nothing he says can be taken seriously. He's actually told me he doesn't believe in science.