Our daughter is only 3.5 months old. She is BF and yet my FIL tries to feed her food, thinking its funny.
Today at lunch he tried to get her to knaw on a breadstick even though I told him not to. Yes, she gums on things right now, but I do not want her eating things she shouldn't. Once she tasted the garlic butter and salt on the breadstick she started crying and he handed her back over to me. ugh.
Anyone else have seemingly crazy IL's?
Re: Dear FIL: DD cannot eat Olive Garden breadsticks!
Woah. not cool.
What did you say to him?!
I would beat him over the head with the breadbasket.
My ILs are insane. Reposted from wifeypooh's post "If you don't like your ILs", for your reading enjoyment:
MIL is a narcissistic, self-obsessed drama queen who loooves to play the victim card. FIL is an alcoholic and can't be trusted, but I actually prefer his company to MIL's. They are bitterly divorced, and MIL swore out a warrant for FIL's arrest three weeks before our wedding for nonpayment of child support (for my then 23-year old husband and his 18-year old brother), knowing he would be there and that the wedding would be crawling with cops (my dad is a police officer), and her plan was just to walk up to one and say "I have a warrant out for that man's arrest." My mom found out about this little plot and had an absolute fit, and threatened her with bodily harm if she did not drop the warrant. She did, only to swear out another one after the wedding and throw FIL in jail for 9 months. Which, yes, he should have paid the child support, but she should have gone after it when she needed it and not when both kids were out of the house.
MIL will not EVER SHUT UP. She talks constantly about herself, and if ever the conversation veers another direction she will find a way, come hell or high water, to get it back to her. She complains constantly about never having any money, yet she smokes a carton of cigarettes a week (expensive ones), gets manicures and pedicures every other week, and gets her hair done once a month. She has been in the same low-paying legal assistant job for 15 years with no health benefits, even though she could get a job doing the exact same thing and make three times as much with benefits, but won't because the two lawyers she works for let her smoke in the office. Seriously. MIL guilted us into paying for BIL's rehearsal dinner when she had $5,000 in savings. Not that we minded, but she didn't even offer to help pay for anything. She asked the minister who married us to pay for our rehearsal dinner and then tried to tell me that spouses and significant others of the wedding party couldn't come. They came.
MIL is also an attention wh0re. She absolutely cannot stand it if she is not the center of attention, and will go to great lengths to make people focus on her. Two weeks before our wedding she mysteriously hurt her foot and had to hobble down the ailse in a huge ghastly boot during the wedding. When I got pregnant she started complaining about her tennis elbow (she doesn't play tennis), and scheduled a surgery for the day after my baby shower. She wore a hideous black arm brace at the shower. Fast forward to the end of the pregnancy. We informed her of our scheduled induction date. She calls her doctor later that week and has him put a cast on her arm. To this day nobody knows why she needed a cast on an elbow that was operated on over two months prior. She then complained the whole time at the hospital that she didn't know if she would get to hold the baby because of her cast. She made her sister drive her to the hospital, pay for the hotel room (we live in a different state), and buy her several tube top maxi-dresses because she supposedly couldn't dress herself or hook her bra. So not only was she traipsing around the hospital in strapless dresses she bought in the juniors department, she was doing it BRALESS. MIL is 56 years old. She also thought she was in charge of everyone at the hospital (my parents, brother, and her own sister), and told my mother that she could not come back to the birthing suite to check on me. I had been in labor for over 8 hours at that point and was on oxygen. My mother told her to eff off. After the baby was born, MIL pitched a crying fit because she couldn't take pictures properly with her left hand because her right hand was in the friggin' cast. My father had enough of her, so whenever she was in our hospital room, he quietly excused himself to roam the halls of the hospital until she left. I wish I could have joined him.
We went to visit BIL and his wife (who just found out they are expecting in March) last weekend and she was there (we won't bring the baby to her house because she smokes inside). I noticed a large patch on her shoulder. Me: "MIL, what happened to your shoulder?" MIL: "Oh, I hurt it in therapy, probably going to have to have surgery on it too." Me: "Hm. Interesting." SIL: "
" I guarantee you her shoulder will start hurting so badly right around the time of SIL's baby shower that she will feel the need to schedule surgery immediately before or after. Poor SIL lives less than 10 minutes from MIL. I don't envy her.
All the tension between MIL and myself stems from her attempted stunt at the wedding. I knew then that she could not be trusted, and since then my family and I have kept her at arms' length.
Oh, and I'm much more forgiving than my DH is about his mother. I've only known her for six years. He has a lifetime of drama with her.
I'm in Tuscaloosa. (guess you know which football team I root for!)
Yeah, DH didn't say anything. I think he knew FIL was just trying to be funny, but still. My MIL knew I was serious and got on to FIL for it.
natural m/c and d&c at 10 weeks - 1/24/2014
DX w/ hetero C677t and A1298C MTHFR - 3/4/2014
Oh wow.. that would have really pissed me off. DH freaked out once because he ate a peanut butter sandwich and then kissed DD near the lips. He was so afraid she was going to have a reaction to the peanut butter!
natural m/c and d&c at 10 weeks - 1/24/2014
DX w/ hetero C677t and A1298C MTHFR - 3/4/2014
Then we are officially mortal enemies.