Staying at in laws at the moment, they live abroad and we are visiting them for a week before having a weeks holiday on our own. Aibu to hate coming here? The kids love it, but I dread this week and can't wait for it to be over.
Now I don't particularly dislike my MIL but don't like her that much either, we are just very different people and she is very stubborn, a terrible cook who will except no help what so ever and makes no allowances for fusy eating children.
I don't particularly like visiting also as my mil is not a very good housekeeper, I would say the house is dirty in many places, she allows spiders to live in the bathroom, I am not talking just one or two there are loads of them, dried up and alive all around (the very long thin legged ones with tiny bodies) It's horrible, also there is one bathroom downstairs next to their bedroom, we are all using it (ok us more than them, they rarely shower as far as I can make out, once or twice a week, she hasn't changed the shower mat all week and it is more filthy than you can imagine! ( they have a dog and cat and live In The far north of the country in the country side, So floors tend to be dirty fairly quickly with mud leaves, insects). Now don't take this as reflection of the standard Dutch house, they are normally incredibly clean, tidy and modern places.
she is stick thin and says she eats loads (she does not), she complains about FIL weight in front of everyone (he has a tummy but is not that big not really) and puts people down / their views (probably without meaning too to some extent, the Dutch are not known for their subtly). Today after being here all week stuck at their house every day except for one evening we went out for dinner (a welcome relief from her cooking that is loaded with oil, no wonder FIL has a tummy! I lost 4stone last year with slimming world and still have to watch what I eat as weight goes up and down a little, you should hear her opinion on diets.... She has no idea how hard it is to loose weight as she has never had an issue) we finally got to go out to a pancake house with play farm. Now to me a pancake is a sweet treat but to the Dutch it is a meal and they eat it with cheese, ham, bacon, all sorts of veg in them. To them it is a perfectly suitable lunch, or even dinner in some cases depending which of the 30+ pancakes you choose. I had one with cherries and cream, dd1 (5) had a plain one, dd2 (2.5) had a banana one but did not eat it and only had cream off the side of my pancake. After lunch my mother in law made a whole commotion about how she had finished her whole pancake (first time in as long as she could remember). She had a spicy one that was filled with chopped up spicy veg. I commented that I do not find them particularly filling, more of a light lunch/pudding. This evening it was nearly 7 and I was thinking to say something and ask if I could make something for the girls when she said that she was not very hungry and did not know how any of us could be, so it was sandwiches for tea. As I had commented at lunch and Dd2 had not eaten hers at all, I was a little taken aback and asked if there was any proper food I could cook for dd2 as she had not eaten lunch, she said, well not really as we don't have much left (they went to the supermarket on the way home!), what do you want. Anyway she ended up cooking some fish (in big dollops of lard) and rice for kids but she had the most almighty hump on her, you should have felt the tension, I did not know what to say after that. I have spent extra long putting the kids to bed to stay out her way... Dreading going downstairs.
Also there is no TV to hide behind (don't take this as sign the are poor, far from it she just hates the TV and won't have one in the house, FIL has a small one upstairs in his hobby room), we all have to sit around the table talking all night long which means the same cat/dig stories we hear all the time. I soooo hate coming here and can't wait to leave. Sorry for the very long post just needed a rant about her. It is the end of the week, leave tomorrow I am hoping to leave pretty much straight after breakfast but hubby wants to go after lunch... I am probably being a bit unreasonable, they don't see kids that often, but I just hate being here...