I have a classic MIL. Says utterly tactless comments the whole time and since having DS1 a year ago, relationship has gone down hill. I am now hyper sensitive to every comment and DH is more frequently sticking up for his mum which is making me wonder if I am going nuts.
I have found my first year with DS hard. Moments of wondering "do I have PN depression, or is this normal" plus trsuggled with the lack of sleep. I've always been a 8 hours + kind of girl and just haven't adjusted to having less.
Here was last weekend's GRRRRRRRRR moments:
After helpfully patting DS off to sleep (he was going through a fecking irritating phase which has since been stamped out!) she came back in to say she thinks he had done a poo. Great I am thinking "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CONTINUE TO PAT HIM OFF TO SLEEP THEN????". Anyway, we then had to wait until he zonked and attempt to remove the stinky nappy with MIL saying over and over "it smelt like a really acrid one, you know, the type to Reeeeeeally burn his bottom". Reinforcing all along that she didn't want to change his nappy. So I left her and DH to sort it out
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Next we were all having a chat with some wine etc and were talking about DS. I just came out and said that I have really struggled with him over the last year (I am on my own Mon-Thurs as DH works away) and turned to MIL fr some 'sisterly' support. Instead she said that she'd never felt cross with DH because he'd been so "wanted". And when I jokingly said that it was quite a while ago, ha ha, she insisted that at no point had she ever felt that DH was hard work. And I should wait until I have two more.
This was enought to turn me in to a mute.
Next morning she kindly got up with DS. And despite being told numerous time. 'DS has a bottle of cow's milk first thing' she didn't bother giving him milk "because she didn't know what to do" - PUT IT IN THE FECKING MICROWAVE. And then conceded that there wasn't much milk for everyone else....which is really why she hadn't given him milk. I simply shrugged and siad it's not hard. But inwardly I was screaming.
Every time she ignore DS's pretty relaxed routine I take it as a personal slur to me - it's as if she's doing it to undermine and piss me off. DH did reprimand her for milk-gate, but the rest gets swept under the carpet.
It's getting bad. She's got him for two nights in July and I'm already dreading it as I'll simply be told how brilliant he's been with her, fllowed by insuation that I am shitty mum (which I feel like 80% of the time anyway).
HEEEEEEEELPPPP. AIBU?