In the bath on Christmas morning I overheard FIL, MIL and SIL in the spare room bitching about how much weight DH and I have put on. Phrases like 'feel sorry for her....that T-shirt...lost some weight after having the children but now....' drifted through the wall. Told DH who then had a huge row with them - telling them all the reasons why it's difficult for us to find time to exercise.
Tbh neither of us give a flying f* what they think - the whole family is obsessed with image and material stuff - and we're well aware of how lardy we've become recently but the fact that they were talking like that when DH and I have worked our nuts off to prepare a lovely Christmas for them was the thing that upset us.
Anyway, amongst all this, DS2 sat and ate lunch with us - in the middle of crackers going off and loud laughing (yes, they're the braying sort as well) - opened three presents and generally behaved impeccably.
I prefer the autistic world!