It's not even just a day today, it's been all bloody week.
Complaints this week have been from:
My mother about DS's (6mo) bedtime (she didn't mention this to me, she sure as hell had a chat with my brother about it though) because he went to sleep at half 9 (I did tell them he was up a little later than he usually is)
My MIL about weaning. We are doing BLW and she asked us on sunday "so are you still just leaving him to it?" to which we (DH and I) answered yes. Less than five minutes after we had sat down to eat, she just grabbed a spoon and started shoving mushed carrots in his mouth, because I can only assume BLW isn't fast and efficient enough for her. Didn't ask us or anything, just did it. Oh yeah, and then she (spoon) fed him ice cream.
My SIL thinks I should be just leaving him to cry if he isn't settling.
My MIL (again) thinks DS is too pampered. She didn't tell me though, she told DS he was too pampered, whilst I was stood next to her.
My MIL also had "words" with DH about our living room carpet. It's beige and our living room leads straight to outside and our street is quite muddy when wet. So there are a few stains. She was probably having a good bitch about how I'm a shameless slattern.
My mother again, keeps making comments about him not being properly dressed. Says it's part of the daytime routine to get him dressed in the morning. I do get him dressed in the morning, just sometimes into a babygro. I don't see the need to put him in tiny jeans and shirts or whatever, because he's 6mo. No one cares what he is wearing, including him. He's warm and clean, that should be enough.
DH thinks I'm a fucking lousy housewife. He's been telling everyone proudly that he had two days off this week, so he got the house tidy and when we were admiring how tidy it was he asked me "so do you think you'll be able to keep it this way?" which I found slightly patronising. Yeah, he did do a lot of work, but I did loads of tidying and cleaning on Saturday, as well as looking after DS and cooking a 3 course meal for four.
I'm not great at tidying, but I'm not fucking hopeless. The way he talks anyone would think I do nothing around the house.
I can't say anything of course; they all know better because they have all been there before me and we all turned out fine, so I'm just being silly.
Just feel a little ganged up on and I'm starting to question whether I do know what I'm doing, because to be honest, most of the time I'm just left feeling like an idiot.