DH and I have house guests and PIL came over for Xmas Day so there were 9 of us for lunch. MIL was rude from the second she stepped through the door, served herself all her food while we were still taking things to the table and didn’t eat much so had finished before the rest of us had even had a single slice of turkey and then sulked that we were still eating. Even the DCs were waiting until everyone had food before they started!
Presented with cream and whipped brandy cream as the options to go with the xmas pudding (and so as not to drip feed there was a chocolate mousse cake for those that didn’t like xmas pud and she’s never eaten custard in the 20 years I’ve known her) she pushed her bowl away, stomped her foot like a three year old and said in the most obnoxious tone I’ve ever heard ‘I want custard. I’m not eating any until I have custard, where’s the custard.’ I repeated the cream options and said we hadn’t done custard. She literally ripped her cracker hat off and threw it on the floor along with her spoon and said ‘i’m Not having any then’. I didn’t want it escalating any further in front of DD1 (5) and DD2 (4) so I went to make custard and th n got DH to take it to the table as I would have thrown it at her. I remained in the kitchen and cleaned up from the main course, so I missed out on pudding. And I don’t want a debate about the fact that there should have been custard from the start - I’m aware that not everyone likes cream, but everyone that was at lunch likes, or has previously liked, cream rather than custard so I hadn’t made any.
Then after lunch MIL opened the box for one of the games that DD2 had got for Xmas, started playing with it herself and then lost some of the pieces and said ‘it’s going to be better without all the pieces anyway - they’ll have more fun with it’.
By the time PIL left I was thoroughly miserable and then the house guests wanted to watch TV programmes they knew I hated all evening and they are staying 3 more days. They won’t even get themselves a cup of tea despite me showing them where everything is, so i’m up and down every 2 minutes if they need anything.
AIBU to allow myself a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself, some chocolate that I don’t share with anyone and a glass (or bottle!) of wine.