Feel free to knock on the front door repeatedly, ring the doorbell and then text me to ask if I'm home, when I'm putting my DD to bed at 6.30pm and I told you to come in quietly so as not to bother us. I told you this 45 minutes ago. Then continue to talk loudly in the hallway about where I might be when you do come in.
Of course I "remember back in 1978" when I was born in 1985. Why do you looked shocked and appalled that I'm not up to speed with what happened in primary schools 7 years before I was born.
Don't look offended when I say you can't have something because it has gluten in (FIL "has coeliacs") then pour yourself a beer and eat the food anyway. YOU DON'T HAVE COELIACS, YOU JUST GET A DODGY TUMMY FROM ALL THE SHIT YOU CONSTANTLY SHOVEL INTO YOUR MOUTH.
No, I don't know your friend Linda. You knew her when you lived 200 miles away, 20 years ago and I only married into your family 10 years ago. I don't give a fuck what she's doing and I'm trying really hard to make my face look interested.
Feel free to make me host fish and chips for 10 people, while dealing with an overtired toddler, a newborn baby and postnatal anxiety, and don't save any fish and chips for me once I've come down from putting DD to bed. And sure, I'll make you all cups of tea while trying to eat the leftovers you did bother leaving me.
Thank god for DSIL (married into the family like I did) who thinks our in laws are as mental as I do and made herself at home with making cups of tea AND brought us some gooey chocolate cake. She's a good un.