just returned from a few days spending a lotof time with mum, very tired and grumpy so bear with me. six hour train journey with three over tired children and one over tired me and (for the first part) one slightly befuddled grandma.
so we have been visiting the tiwn where mum and my sister (her step daughter) live. my sis has many children and is fun to be around so my children are always desperate to spend as much time as possible with their cousins, mum understands and is accommodating of that. she also helps with the last/first part of the very long train journey (three changes hundreds of miles). all of that is fab, she loves her gc's they love her. all great so far.
But she cannot relax and enjoy being grandma. She is constantly treating me like an ignorant child "sit down there" she barked at me on the train. I had been sitting on a sodding inter city for two hours I wanted to stretch my arsing legs and give my aching arse a break ffs and I am 40!
"no you can't have those biscuits" she says to my son when I handed him the mini cheddars... apparently the fact I had handed them to him was irrelevant as she had decided he didn't have time to eat them before we got off the train. I overruled that decision but really? 
I could go on with the dozens of petty little instances where mum became the 'one mum to rule them all' and I am relegated to a bit part that gets left on the cutting room floor but honestly it is a bore... suffice yo say it mounts up. I am left with knotted shoulders and a tongue bitten to shreds
I cannot keep doing it but how does one broach it without screaming obscenities and raving like a loon over something very minor but toe curling-ly irritating.
still I feel better getting my rant on. Thamk you.
