..you came round my house, insisted on doing the washing up, despite to being told (firmly) to leave it alone.
You shouldn't then act all martyred about it, and should also actually wash the plates rather than hiding them in various cupboards covered in a film of grime.
Every fucking time MIL visits I have to go through the same farce.
- Shall I do the washing up?
- No, it's fine thankyou, I will do it
- But it needs doing
- And I will do it, thanks anyway
(Repeat with various different phrasings)
- It really should be done
- Honestly, just leave it
I then turn my back for a split second, and she's got the bloody rubber gloves on (that she brings round specifically since I started hiding mine!!!)
Enter DP
- Mum, you don't need to do that
- (Sigh) No, well, I have no choice
Me and DP exchange annoyed looks.
Then once she has left I have to retrieve all the plates etc form wherever she's hidden them (she likes reorganising the cupboards) and re-washing everything.
What on earth is wrong with her? AIBU to think this isn't normal behaviour?