...and the older he gets, the worse he gets.
We went to MIL and FIL’s this morning to pick them up (separate cars but convoy) on the way to an overnight trip. We had no set time to leave but FIL was keen to go ASAP.
MIL came down the stairs with a towel and said it needed washing. For some reason FIL went ballistic! “Right, so we have to all sit here for the 45 minutes it takes to wash a towel then?” rant rant. MIL said no, if we were going she’d just put it in the machine and do it when they were back (it wasn’t to go with us, just needed washing).
FIL wouldn’t let it lie. He made a big production of grabbing the towel and marching to the machine and saying how we had to all sit and wait to take it out or it would go mildewy over night. We all said “Don’t put the towel on, MIL said it’s fine, it can wait” but he continued, “No, she said it had to be washed, so it has to be washed”.
MIL stood there saying “Don’t wash the towel, I’ve changed my mind, I didn’t realise we were leaving, it’s not important, don’t wash the towel” while FIL continued “No, you said wash the towel so I’m washing the towel”.
And on and on it went.
By this time we had retreated to the living room and after a while MIL came in and said she had to text FIL (who was still in the kitchen) so she had it in writing that she had said don’t wash the towel. She sent a text, an email and a voicemail!
Then we sat in silence until I said the children were going to play up if we didn’t go soon, so we went on ahead (MIL wouldn’t come with us) and we’re now here waiting for them to join us.
What on earth was that about? I’ve seen FIL be a similar twat about things, like he once announced that they weren’t to eat a particular thing because MIL had said it was recalled because of contamination. MIL said that had been weeks ago and it was ok now but FIL said “No, you said we weren’t to eat it, so we won’t eat it”. And it also explains how every year at Christmas FIL will comment that they can’t have turkey and ham or another joint because “MIL says” they can’t afford it. MIL said this once years ago apparently and he’s repeated it ever since. (They do have more than one meat. FIL makes his “You said...” comment when they are both put in the table.)
This is bound to happen again. How would you handle it?