I've had my mother staying with me since last week as she is having a new kitchen and bathroom fitted. When I offered to put her up, I thought "oh it'll be lovely having nanna around for DS/someone to chat to in the mornings" etc etc.All it has done is conform why I would never, ever move back home if DH and I went tits up.
A selection of things she has done to wond me up this week;
- Sat plucking her moustache in front of the telly last night whilst DH and I were trying to watch telly. Not even plucking it in front of a mirror, just sat there wildly plucking whilst gawping at the gogglebox...
-Used a tub of olive oil spread in 4 days, by spreading an inch-thick layer of the stuff every time she makes toast/hot cross buns.
- After I cooked a roast dinner on sunday, went into the kitchen 2 hours later to rustle up a chicken sandwich. I laughingly told her she couldn't really be hungry and she accused me of serving up tiny portions
(I don't, I just don't serve up the EU food reserves on one plate like some people...)
- Asked if she could buy DS a cake from the shops. I said yes but just a small one as he'd wolfed a packet of buttons and a Curly Wurly that day. She returns with a Belgian bun the size of BELGIUM.
- Flushed the bog at 6am despite my asking her not to as it renders the shower freezing for an hour afterwards and DH uses the shower at 6.15 (yes, I am getting that fixed but not until next week...)
- Told me "that's bad" thsi morning when I explained AGAIN why she can't flush bog at 6am. So sorry that Hotel Cunting is not up to your exacting standards, ma'am.
-Constantly having digs at me about how I choose to parent my child.
- Told me it was about time after I made DH a butty for work on Monday.
- Keeps telling me that my house is too cold.It is not. The thermometer tells me as much.
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