I've been on Mumsnet for about seven years and most of the people who knew me have long ago fucked off to Moldies, much to my disgust, so I probably count as a newbie now.
We moved to our new house in August, Mum moved in in September.
Since her coming to live with us was first discussed, many many goalposts have been moved, all by her. We ended up going along with what she wanted by a series of defaults.
She has sat back and allowed us to shop, cook & look after her for three and a half months. Tonight for the first time she cooked a meal. We didn't ask her to - we'd stocked up, defrosted the meat etc. but she cooked on her own initiative.
The stew was heavily salted & there were no vegetables. She told dd 'this has more than your five a day' (meaning the carrots, celery etc in the stew).
Then she enjoyed herself complaining that she wanted to put bay leaves in but couldn't find any that met her exacting standards. 'I found some at the back of the drawer (they're in alphabetical order) but they were yukky and they went out of date in October 2008'.
I pointed out the reasons that no harm can come to you from out-of-date freeze-dried bay leaves. She didn't think that was good enough.
'Did you throw them out then? I asked. 'No - I'll save them for you to use - but I wouldn't use them'.
At that point I lost it and said - well you seem quite happy to eat my food.
Sorry, I know this is all petty but I had to clean her house last winter & know how far all standards of hygiene had been left behind. That's the reason I've accepted having to live with her, because I don't think she could have done another winter on her own.
We have little family time now, because of her and because I have to work long hours since my husband was made redundant. And her criticism and undermining of me is constant.
We have code words to signal each other when we need to chill - but it's not enough! Please share your wisdom O wise ones of MN.
And please tell me my daughter's not going to feel like this about me one day...please, please...