Sil is a bit odd at best of times and we get on ok but not great. Over at hers this evening for dinner and about 10.30 dn (5) was sick. When we heard him crying out sil went up and we heard her say oh dear you've been sick dn, so I went up to see if she needed a hand sorting him out/stripping bed etc.
She had taken off his pjs and was wiping him down so I looked in a drawer for other pjs and pulled some out. She told me they were a bit too small but she had some downstairs. So I finished cleaning up dn while she went to get them from the laundry.
Luckily bed was ok as he had gotten out and had actually been sick in bathroom so easy to clean up.
Anyway, she was ages. Dn was tired and I wrapped him in a towel to keep him warm but all he wanted really was to get back into bed, bless him . Eventually sil came back and said, sorry I was so long they weren't ironed, I just had to iron them.
I just looked at her, I didn't really know what to say to that. Aibu to think of all the times to iron something, this really wasn't it.