My interesting boxing day with MIL, by Peachyclair aged 32 1/2:
Took ds's including ds1 (AS) to MIL's Boxing day, always a bad move but duty calls. She knows full well that Sam (DS1) is being taught to ask for time out when it gets too much. So several hours into the visit he comes to me and says 'I need time alone'. So I tell him to take a few pencils (MIL had been drawing with them at table) and a sheet of paper and go sit in the Kitchen, it's got breakfast bar around an extension bit so perfect and no damge he could do. She follows him and (thinking I am outside loading car with DH) SCREAMS at him to get in the front room, don't listen to Mummy she (MIL)is in charge...
AND THEN we ate lunch. Two of mine are lactose intolerant. DS1 went for the Pavlova anyway, but DS3 is too young to take responsibility and I said 'Can he have the chocolate one pleae'. Duly served and when finished, BIL said how nice the chocolate one was. 'mmm', said MIL 'It was a bit dry this morning, but I added half a bottle of rum to moisten it up'.
AAARGGGHH!! He's 2.5, for goodness sake! Run!
Don't think I am going back for a while.
Thanks for listening. Any more horror stories anyone?