Omg such anality from pil. Come and share your anal behaviour stories (lighthearted)

ledkr you HAVE to go away with them so you can start another thread

I wish I'd started a thread whilst on holiday with my DF as it might have stopped me from shouting at him on the last day. I wasn't cleaning/packing fast enough so I said I'd have to stick a broom up my ass if he wanted it done quicker. There was no hurry btw we had hours til they came to inspect the property

There have been threads about showers v strip washes fairly recently. Things to do with bum flannels and what not. It's grim, I tell you!

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Reading through this thread I can tick almost all the boxes when I combine both my DPs and ILs habits. I just pray that there is not a genetic link to this behaviours. My DH has some behaviours which are SO similar to my DF that this whole thing about marrying someone who is like your DF has become more than a concern!

I'd like to share my own trolley rage incident though.

My DM latterly became quite impatient when out shopping. This popped up in huffing and puffing at other shoppers if they didn't move/do as they should have. It came to a head in the queue one day when they poor lady in front of us apparently wasn't moving through the checkout quickly enough... I spotted the face pulling then the stage whispers, which were embarassing enough... then I realised we were entering new territory: the other shopper wasn't pulling her trolley through quickly enough and I saw my DM raising her arms to 'help' our trolley forward. And it wasn't going to be a gentle 'help'.

I shoved my foot under the trolley wheel, stopping it in its tracks. Without my personal foot brake, she would have rammed the other shopper.

Funny thing was - nothing was said. My DM pretended nothing had happened. My foot was throbbing for ages afterwards.

ledkr
My SIL (before she became my SIL) asked me to go shopping with her.
I arrived on time because I am anal about time and she said "oh come talk to me in the bathroom, I'm just going to have a bath and wash my hair"

I nearly hit the roof, and she complained to the rest of my SILs that I'm so-uptight-about-time I wouldn't even let her have her bath.

BTW this was about 15 yrs ago! And she is still making the rest of us wait anytime we all go somewhere.

I should have slapped this habit out of her back then! It drives everyone nuts, but she is the family 'baby' so seems to get away with bad behaviour.

Is this evidence of my anal behaviour, hers, or both ?

Ledkr are you from the north? I have not heard the term strip wash in years. My mum and grand parents would have done the same, plus saving your ' best clothes' for holidays.

We went to my dp's for Boxing Day lunch. The hour before lunch was spent with my df whittling away about opening a bottle of wine. I don't drink dm doesn't drink and DH was driving. Df would like a glass of wine with his lunch, oh but the waste if he opened a whole bottle just for himself. Much indecision, discussion with dm about the dilemma and pressure on DH to have just one glass so he could justify opening it. He decided to throw caution to the wind and open a bottle. It is Xmas after all. When we got to the table, there sat an open,grotty HALF bottle of Blue Nun.

The meal itself was a triumph of cuisine from dm, an excellent cook in her heyday. One Aunt Bessie roast potato each, a spoonful of frozen peas, two slices of cold ham and a jug full of luke warm "Honey and Mustard, Chicken Tonite". All washed down with luke warm Blue Nun or very weak orange juice (squash).

Dessert was from Iceland, because " you can't go wrong with Iceland."

A soap variation... DM had a whole shelf of bars of soap, because the longer it is kept the harder it goes and the longer it then lasts.

This is brilliant.

My mother does the 'ooh, I've had a dreadful night's sleep' thing referred to waaaaaay upthread.

Yes mother. That's because you have a three hour nap every afternoon and go to bed at 19:30 pm. Of course you wake up at 04:30. That's not insomnia - that's you being bonkers. And you don't have to go to work so it doesn't actually matter when you sleep.

Not only GP - my FIL is of the opinion that for example notary is a very, very important person. He was waiting and waiting for some inheritance papers a notary was supposed to send and complaining to us every week that he still hasn't received them. When we asked if he has actually called and asked, he was terrified - Nooooo, you can't just call a notary!

Anyone else's mother get dressed up to go to see the GP? GP is GOD and must never be questioned nor doubted!

I have done bugger all today except sit and read this thread. The dog keeps looking pleadingly at me.

My Mum and Sted dad and Ils aren't too bad.
MIL does have a habit of buying wierd/odd/downright unsuitable presents. (remember the duchess of cambridge in her wedding dress figurine I got)
She buys from Scotts of stowe, or QVC. Or some otehr catalogue thing.
Always crap and palms it off onto us.

My mum is a worrier. it takes approx 2.5 hours to get from our house to hers. We don't now text when we are leaving as there will invariable be a text or a phone call from Sdad wanting to know where we are as 2.5 hours passed 20 minutes ago". if I say we stopped for a pee, we have to tell him where, so he can look it up on the map and see where exactly it is. Or on the occasions when we were halfway up A1 and I realised I hadn't said we were leaving, when we arrived - they thought early- there was a lecture given to Dh about his precious (me and DSes) cargo and he was obviously driving recklessly.
Or the time I was PG with DS1 and we went out for a meal. Only we hadn't run it past my mother first, so she'd rang the house (according to her 20 times, according to Sdad it was every 5 minutes for 3 hours). Of course we were late back, so went straight to bed, only to be woken at sparrows fart by people from DHs work - the RAF base - who had been rung up by my mother god knows where she'd got the number from -a nd aksed to send someone round to check that I wasn't in labour and at hospital, or worse that we weren't both dead. and they did, they actually came round at aobut 7am to check on us. DH was furious with her but she trotted out the old "well I was worried"Then i got a lecture about what did I think I was doing eating chinese food when I was pregnant.
WTF did she think chinese women eat when they are rpegnant- egg and chips?

If we are out and she phones she doesn't think oh they are out, not that would be too easy, so she rings approx every 10 minutes (our landline tell the time of each call) and then we get a text to my mobile asking where we are. Of course if this isn't answered straight away then obviously we all dead. So she tired to ring the mobile, jus tin case one of us isn't dead and can asnwer it. By this point she is crying, "where are you".
"OUT" won't suffice either, it has to be a detailed description (so Sdad can look it up on map)

do they put special cards from special people on the mantle? My PIL get quite uptight if they dont have a special glizy "Mum and Dad" card from us every Xmas. ANd Birthday. Always proudly displayed with special family cards. We make sure ours is a really rude one for all to see. [evil grin]

SHortly after DS2 was born, he became very very ill and we spent Christmas in PICU. That year they were very miffed that we had not bought them a special card. STrangely, we had other things on our mind.

My Uncle has a special grater for grating the little silvers of soap that get too annoying to use. He dries them out, saves them up and sets aside a wet afternoon to form them back into weird coloured fall-apart-as-soon-as-you-touch-them bars of reconstitued soap. I think this is a brilliant.

Oh gosh, yes. 'To A Special Son-In-Law'. Odd how you never see cards for an ordinary one.

My ILs always buy birthday cards wih the exact relationship on it eg Happy birthday daughter in law. DH's usually is a teenage boy Son one.

I supposed to be working from home.

Instead I have sorted the dryer contents into piles according to the order I intend to iron them:

DS T- shirts, long sleeved tops, jeans

ME: nice tops, work trousers, rest
DH: fluff and fold

I tried to leave things in one pile and sort as they are ironed. Can't.

I love this thread but thought I had nothing to contribute. Then I remembered the soup.

Soup cannot, under any circumstances, be warmed up in the microwave. It has to go in a saucepan. If presented with soup that has been microwaved DM will peer at it suspiciously while her mouth makes a perfectly puckered O shape.

And while I'm at it DF is an idiot. He brought me up to be able to fix anything and everything. However, when I ask for help with a job because it takes 2 people, he will turn up with tools and will have bought spare parts for the job he actually thinks I will need doing, because as a female I am inept and WILL be wrong about anything to do with my own house. Gah.

I think the water-saving people might have a point too, especially if they have a water meter. We don't but I understand it can triple the water bill if you do.

As for the thread, as somebody said hundreds of posts ago, this is the thread that keeps on giving - just fabulous!

Holly my dad still lives in the house he was born in so there are YEARS of stuff he's saved in case

He also walks me around his garden 'introducing' me to every plant
He has also traced our family back several hundre years, which means very lengthy phone calls that start in an excited fashion 'do you remember I was looking for Mary? Well I think I've found her. She was married to John who had been married to her sister ...'
This is the point at which I fake crying children upstairs

This is the best thread ever! I have laughed so much.

But, ahem, the shower drying family members do have a point. Where we live, with single glazing and hard watere, not squeegying and airing results in water streaks, condensation and mould.