I have come to the conclusion that my MIL, who until recently I thought might be mildly deranged, is actually completely bonkers.
She asks to have my son a couple of times a week. At first I was fine about it, but now I'm not so sure. Some of the things she has done when he is with her (and her response when I question why): had him for 3 hours and not given him a drink, even though I provided her with one (he doesn't get thirsty), persisted in feeding him white choc - which gives him diahorrea - even when I told her not to (a bit of what he likes won't do him any harm, and once she even denied giving it to him, even though I found lumps of it in the bottom of his pushchair), not changed his nappy when he had pooed - the smell when she brought him back was overpowering; he had a poo stain on his cream trousers that was approx 4"x2". The poo stain was totally dry, so it hadn't just happened (I didn't notice, we've been in the garden); gave him a box of matches and a polythene bag to play with - the bag even had that warning on stating not to give to babies and children (he can rattle the matches and the bag makes a lovely scrunchy sound), brought him back in a downpour without putting the raincover on the pram - both child and pram soaked (just towel him off a bit), repeatedly tells me to give him whisky when I say he's cranky (I'm not lying, the doctor told me it's fine).
She also is always late when picking him up - anything from 20 mins to 2.5hrs. Once she just didn't turn up at all. The last time she was 55 mins late and when she turned up I said 'I thought you were coming at 2pm, I thought you had got lost'. She said 'Isn't it a lovely day?' Whenever I try and broach the subject of her behaviour, she just changes the subject, or looks away and goes quiet, then says, 'well, must go!'
I tried to say something when my DS was newborn,(she never supported his head, would take him to her house and bring him back in the cold half-dressed), but then MIL's hubby said that I had made her feel unwelcome and then I felt bad. I was brought up by a martyr mother, so have been made to feel bad and put others first most of my life, and end up feeling like crap. So what do I do? Grin, bear it, and go slowly mad? Or tell them where to go? Or move house???