We all start out with our lofty ideals, don't we. Some stay with us for the long haul, others fall away at the first hurdle screen time for toddlers, anyone?
In my case, I have stuck like glue to the 'Your family, your problem' approach with DH; it's been 10 years but I have insisted throughout that HE be their main point of contact, not me. I do not want the responsibility of managing both his family and my own. HE remembers and buys the birthday cards, HE organises visits, HE updates the diary. So far, so good.... except that he's shit at it and 'misremembers' and listens to my entirely justified complaints with a barely-concealed shitty grin that shows he plainly just doesn't really care.
Today, I have finally cracked. I sent a message from his phone to step-MIL pretending to be him so that we could get a sodding update on when she and FIL will visit us this weekend (thay are shit at this sort of helpful communication). I swear something in my heart died as I did it. I couldn't send it from my own phone or she'd be all 'YES - I will now contact Contessa for all future queries'.
Anyway. It's done now, she will hopefully answer soon and then I can go out and leave them to it 
Please take my mind off marital disgruntlement by telling me of the things you never thought you'd crack on.....