FIL (who is a lovely man, and not in anyway nasty or malicious or the usual in-law stuff) is over for a week to help out with DS in case I go into labour.
The idea was, he would come over for a holiday (he is from overseas, speaks no english) and in between day trips, would help out a bit with cooking and cleaning. nothing major, just maybe a meal or two over a week long trip, like I do when we visit him.
However, he is just sitting all the time. He sits at the table, staring into space, or doing crosswords, or staring at me. He has not cooked at all, as he is scared of our hob. This is fair enough. However, he also hasn't done any washing up, instead watching me (or DH) do it, whilst I stand a mile away from the sink due to absurd bump. After the meals I prepare, he sits and waits for us to clear the table round him.
This evening, as he is leaving in a couple of days, we asked if he would like to help bath DS and read him a bed time story. 'Oh no, I won't do that'. So instead he is sitting at the table staring into space whilst I write this, DH gets DS to sleep, and I will do the washing up in a minute.
It seems odd to me, as when we visit him, we muck in, I insist on cooking at least once whilst over there, and we help with washing up as much as possible. He is a good cook btw, and loves cooking, hence me going on about it :o
(I should say, he has looked after DS for the afternoon once this week when I had to go in to hospital for monitoring, so was invaluable then. But we got home and all he had done was watch youtube videos and walk round the garden with DS, hadn't got him the dinner we'd left on the side, or changed his nappy, or got him down for a nap - all things he'd said he would do. DS was knackered, but unharmed, which was more important than anything else - we were very grateful!)
I am now overdue and deeply pissy about everything btw, but I am sick of the staring, and the lumpen inability to do ANYTHING except sit. and stare. and sit a bit more. And I want my house back. I want to watch trashy television without him needing translations, I want to dance around to stupid music to try and encourage baby out, without staring. I want to have my bathroom back, without the obnoxious fumes several times a day.
I think he is as keen to go home on sunday as we are for him to go now :(
I am being a bitch, aren't I? :(