to want to hide cos MIL and FIL are coming this weekend

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and they always make nasty remarks about dd's disability or my clothes or something.
And, despite us being exhausted carers sit and wait to be served plus complain about how cold our house is (they go ski-ing with their Winter Fuel Allowance)
I'm tempted to take dd and go walk the streets.

Yanbu.
They sound awful.

how long are they staying for.

yanbu

Does it mean that they'll be gone for Christmas though?

Can you not develop a mysterious, highly contagious illness to put them off coming?

I put them off last weekend vinegartits cos dd had just had her feeding tube put in so I told them how much she was yelling
They want to come friday and leave sunday

can you make some little voodoo models of them just for your own satisfaction?

think of the relief when they go on sunday tho!!

So does that mean you won't have to put up with them over christmas then?

Have you tried giving them jobs to do?

What does DH/DP do?

why are they allowed to come if they are so hateful to your dd?

cos they are dh's parents. He just ignores the mean things. being a man. Says his ma has a fear of illness and disability. But since when does that give her the right to sit and say in dd's hearing that disabled poeple are better off dead.
And he doesn't notice when she tells me how 'unfashionable' everything I own is (this is a woman who will listen to music she doesn't like cos its 'fashionable')
I'm liking the voodoo dolls though

Bring up the subject of euthenasia for people of a certain age (hers) and see how she likes it

Well at least you can have the satisfaction of knowing they are physically uncomfortable in your home. I would turn down the heating and get out all your most unfashionable music.

why do you let them get away with it?

I would be furious about the remarks about your DD. Pick her some NHS leaflets up and try to educate her and show her how out of order she is.

Your DH needs to confront that sort of negativity.

Tell them that the central heating has broken but they are still more than welcome to come round.

yeah, dh's parents. This has been ongoing for 20 years from the very first time they met me and said mean things about council estates and how thick people went to a 'poly' (that'll be me) through to how 'only people with degrees are worth knowing' to 'get dd adopted then you can have a proper baby' via 'women shouldn't stay home with children, its wasting their education' (what? Even thick poly ones?)
And then MIL is obsessed with calories and jogs 100 miles a day and thinks all women should be 8 stone. I'm not fat but I'm not 8 stone either so she comments on that.

I've tried polite, tried ignoring it but I've had 20 years of this (oh, and she claims my ds1 doesn't have aspergers. presumably she knows better the paed consultants and psychologists)
so I'm feeling all frothy. DD has just had her tube, I'm all nervous about it still and all we need now is to have MIL remark that if you need tube feeding to stay alive you're better off dead.
argh argh argh
Thanks for listenig though but short of pushing her off a mountain, there's no hope for change.
(Its not a 'fear' like as bieng frightenend, but rather an intolerance as if being ill is something you shouldn't do, let alone be disabled)

Sorry, I gotta laugh at they fact they use their winter fuel allowance to go skiing....

Yeah, I'd find some excuses to be out of the house.....shopping....fresh air....anything

Wear your bestest fakest smile and rhino skin for the 2 days then when they go on Sunday you can relax and look forward to your family Christmas

Good luck!

thats cos they are rich. They don't need it for heating.

I'm not in the position you are, but sympathise with the pils. Mine boast every year about treating themselves to a new Royal Doulton Figurine (hmmmm) with their Winter Fuel Allowance.

And one year on Christmas Day mil kept following me round the kitchen asking for details of my mother's cancer because a neighbour had it and she wondered what my mother's symptoms were. I said I'd rather not talk about it, my mother having only died that year, and it being Christmas Day and all, but mil persisted and kept saying, "I WOULD be grateful for the information as poor Joyce has IT. Was she very ill? Was she in pain?" I went and stood in the garden in the freezing cold for a long time.

needmorecoffee - I'd try and fleece 'em for a bit of dosh. My pil have locks on their wallets, but maybe yours could stump up for you. The thought of some help perhaps might encourage to grin through very gritted teeth.