to be annoyed at constant questions from MIL?

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I probably am but it winds me up. She needs to know every tiny detail which I assume is so she can talk about it to others. So, for example, we took DD out for the day. She wants to know where we went, who drove, how long it took to get there, what we had for lunch and what we did when we got there.

My mum and MIL - sadly no longer with us - both used to do this, and our granny-aged childminder does it too. While annoying, I think it's harmless, understandable, and actually rather sad - none of them had/has anything particularly exciting going on in their own lives, so they live vicariously through others.

Glueandstick. Are you my DD??!!
I think that oldies who don't have much going on in their lives get fixated on these details. My DM used to say 'I want to be able to imagine you there enjoying yourselves.' She needed to get out more! I do see signs of it in myself ...
Bye, getting out, exciting trip to post box to send cards to flat mates from long ago who have birthday on same day next week TMI? 😧

My mil does this. I find it annoying even though she is lovely. I think she is genuinely interested in details. All her stories contain huge amounts of sensory details.

I am like that.
A boyfriend chucked me because I asked him too many questions, well, he happened to meet someone else
But, shock horror, I am genuinely interested and like the Whole story and not to repeat to anyone else necessarily

Jesus wept! Mil pays interest in DIL and gd life!
Another whingey poster complains.

I do tell the odd white lie sometimes just for badness. Told her I grind bones to make my gravy!!

Why act like a dick?

My mum wont listen to the details of anything i tell her. She cuts in with 'oh never mind' (no matter what the subject matter ) and begins a story of her own. In minute detail, taking ages. And it'll go like this:

Me - DHs uncle has had an accident at work!
DM - oh dear.
Me - yes, he fell 20 foot off .....
DM - .... Oh, never mind! Did i tell you i had a find last week?
Me - er, no?
DM - I found a fiver!
Me - No!
DM - Yes, i picked up a fiver off the pavement.
Me - Wow, that was lucky! Poor DH's uncle ...
DM - Yes, i picked up a fiver outside the paper shop.
Me - ah.
DM - yes, I had popped up to get my magazine. I got up on Thursday and remembered my magazine was in, and as i was coming out i saw a fiver. My magazine used to come on a Monday, now it comes on a Thursday so i went straight up to get it. It was raining, but i thought i'll go and get my mag. And after i'd paid for it i stepped out of the shop and nearly stepped on a fiver! I nearly left it till Friday because of the rain but i'm glad i didn't. I went through the rain and got to the paper shop and Mrs.Papershop said here's your magazine, and i said i nearly didn't come because of the rain, and put it in my bag and went out and there was a fiver! Yes, i looked down and thought 'what's that', and picked it up and it was a five pound note! And i thought 'oh! A five pound note'. And Mrs.Nibbles from up the road said 'oh is that a fiver?', and i said yes, i've just picked it up! And .....

aaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh

Poor woman.

Bloody hell. I wonder how you'd react if she actually did something worth getting annoyed over?

Shout out to the Nan with the diary! My DM does this and my aunt too. We never Dispute Diary Entries.

Can I add in the offence my MIL takes if any details are different to where she lives or how she thinks the day should be. For example

me - we took Dr and a friendt o the zoo.
MIL - in this rain?
Me - oh it was sunny here (200 miles away)
MIL - (huffily) well it's rained here all day, hmmf
Me -oh dear. We had a lovely time , saw lots of animals and the childrenh ad a marvellous time
MIL - yes you take nieces everywhere
Me - oh no, we took dds friend, LG. How has your week been?
MIL - it rained and you didn't say you took LG, I thought you'd take a n other child. Hmmf, you just don't care what I think.
Me - hands phone to dh and drinks wine!

Every bloody week we have similar.

I love the Nan diaries. Blows my gripe right out the water!

I've asked my Nan if I can inherit those diaries one day!

She's tried to argue when my cousins birthday was before, as the diary couldn't possibly be wrong, my cousin simply must have mixed up the day of her own birthday!

She'll be really annoyed when we go on holiday on the 27th so I'll just lie and say we went the day after, otherwise I'll throw the poor woman's diary out!

The thing is the DETAIL of the things she remembers. She wrote down in the diary all my best friends in every year of school. So she'll say 'have you heard from Gavin recently?' And I'll wrack my brains thinking who on earth does she mean, she must be getting confused in her old age. But she'll persist and when I still look flummoxed she'll say something like

'You know Gavin! You used to sit next to him in Year 5 when Mrs Shingles was your teacher, and he had a party at Macdonalds and we picked you up because your Mum was still working up at the Christmas cracker factory on Saturdays. Ah, you were such good friends, so have you heard from him?

My DM does this. It drives me crazy. She's just bored and bad at making conversation so just asks question after question no matter how pointless in order to keep the "conversation" going. Doesn't matter if I give a long explanation with plenty of room for her to insert her own thoughts or if I just give one word answers.

'Ahhhh I get the friends thing. Have you heard from x? Year three, ate x y z on the school trip I took them on'
'Not in the last 25 years.. Not entirely sure who you mean as I was many years above and didn't even go on said trip'
'Can't you dial them up on the Internet?'
'You what? Probably not. I don't actually remember their surname.'
'Have you asked Google'

MIL: you know Robbie down the lane?
DH: No
MIL: yes you do, you know, Robbie
DH: I don't know him
MIL: oh you do, you went to school with him
DH: I didn't go to school with a Robbie
MIL: yes you did, when you were in Mrs Doobrie's class
DH: that wasn't me, I didn't have a Mrs Doobrie
MIL: you did. Now you know Robbie...?
DH: I don't know Robbie
MIL: well he's gone and bought a new shed

The PIL are coming this afternoon. I am looking forward to it :)

I work with someone like this but don't find it annoying. Sometimes we joke that she's nosy and she laughs about it but she's genuinely just really interested in other people! I've never heard her gossiping or repeating information. It just makes her happy to hear other people's happy times!

Madhatter I suspect t that my MIL (not old, still working, not bored) has a secret version of your Nan's diary. She likes to gather all sorts of nuggets of information that we mention in passing about our friends and the pull them out at a later date. She gets very annoyed with me if she gets it wrong.

She and my FIL also like to interrogate our friends if they happen to be at a party at our house. And I do mean interrogate. They get asked, where they are from, what their parents do, where they were educated, how many children, where the kids are educated, what they do for a living, if it pays well, where they live etc etc.

I suspect on our case the PILs find it hard that we moved away from our home area and they don't really know most of our friends or the day to day in depth detail of our lives.

Along the same theme are also desperate to know our finances so ask how much everything cost. Given that we won't tell them our salaries, mortgage etc and have started locking the filing cabinet before they arrive.

They'd love it if we'd moved into their street (like their friends children did) I suspect they also wish I was the kind of DIL that regularly needed a break from the children and handed them off to them all the time to get some "me time" (I'm really not that girl) or the kind of DIL that needed lots of help any time her DH was away with work.

They are very nice in general but completely mystified as to how I can survive a week of my DH being away and not be desperate for help. I'm sure they think I suffer in silence. (I don't suffer at all)

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Grumpy. That made me laugh out loud. Properly laugh.

Bless them. I feel a bit sorry for people like this. I know my mum needs to get out more but she doesn't like other people of her generation as 'they talk such inconsequential rubbish about people I don't know'

I've kept firmly quiet about that one.

Somewhere someone is regaining a tale about someone they met in the garden centre whose dead friend gave them a plant. It perpetuates and some poor sod at the end of the line will crack. I'm offering a virtual pint of gin.

nanna, my PILs are amazed and possibly a little disappointed that I managed to look after my own children while DH was away on business recently and that I didn't fall apart without him.

One evening, they phoned to check I was okay at 8pm and I didn't answer because I was enjoying a bath. When I phoned back 10 minutes later, they said they thought I must have gone to bed already (at 8pm).

They would then email DH straight after speaking to me, perhaps assuming that we don't talk(!), saying "Countess seems to be coping OK", rather than the truth that we were all managing and thriving and sadly not sobbing all day.

my dad does this but always has asks me every detail to the point i just change the subject

now my younger sis does it aswell-and if i dont tell her i went somewhere shes like why all the secrecy

its not secret its jut non on your business

Countess I suspect they would have preferred if their son had married a nice, but slightly disorganised incompetent woman, who would be so harassed by her DC that she'd call up begging for help. They'd also love a phone call desperate for help because a fuse had blown or the washing machine had broken down.

My DC are lovely and if something broke in the house I'd either fix it or call the appropriate repair person.

They love me, but my levels of organisation, competence and self sufficiency are a continual trial to them.