Hosting 12 on Christmas Day including my two kids (4 & 2) and consisting mostly of DH’s family. MIL announced that she’ll be coming over to bake and decorate Christmas cookies on Christmas Eve with the kids as it’s “tradition” in their family (first I’ve ever heard of it) to which I politely said that wouldn’t work as it’s Christmas Eve and my kitchen will be busy.
I offered for the kids to go to her massive house which is only 10 minutes away if she was keen to do it to which she muttered she’d think about it and pulled a sad face. When DH got home from work later that evening, he told me his mum had called to say she’s coming over on the 23rd instead to bake these fucking cookies at our house.
DH is annoyingly thrilled as his mum makes sod all effort to see our kids and after a chat with her about her lack of involvement a month or so he’s taken this as an olive branch of effort on her part. I am pissed off because nobody in their right minds thinks baking with a 4 and a two year old together is going to be anything other than carnage which is not what I want to be supervising/clearing up two days before Christmas.