Well that's a lie, DH did it for me because I was crying too much.
Spoke to her earlier and out of the blue she mentioned something about the state of the house - the smell :( I know it's not great although I had pointed out when they were here at the weekend that it was a laundry issue. But she kept on about it and even refused to sleep downstairs when they stay next week.
I managed to mention that I'm trying my best given my disabilities but when I got off the phone I burst into tears. Explained to DH and he pointed out what I'd been frankly too shocked to see - the hypocrisy.
The house I grew up in was horrible. Much worse than ours. I'm talking daily slugs trails in the kitchen, mice, silverfish and other bugs in my cat's food. A window in my room broke in a storm when I was 15, Dad nailed a sheet of Perspex over it - and that was that. I froze my butt off in that bedroom for another 5 years until I moved out. It wasn't a poverty issue BTWz
I feel guilty - sometimes so much I just want to die TBH - every fucking day that this house is a shithole but I'm doing my best given how ill I am (since 2011) and given that, as will be pretty obvious from the above, I never learned how to do it. But to hear it from my mum really really hurt.
So I asked DH to phone back and say that I was upset. Mum apologised but I don't think she really wanted to accept that they made mistakes too.
I know she had a valid point but it really, really hurt and now I can't stop crying.