I met Jenn from The Mommy Mambo a few weeks ago. Her blog just SHOUTED at me that it was hilarious & fun in all the ways that awesome mom blogs should be! She also does all of her own sketches (she has talent I lack but desperately wish I had) and she is mom to 3 of the cutest little boys you will ever see!
I asked her if she would like to guest post & I was thrilled when she said yes…She’s got a great story for you today…all about her MIL!
But this is my personal battle and my husband’s to pretend doesn’t exist. However, it is not a subject that my mother-in-law (MIL) should acknowledge or even hint upon, much less, blatantly proclaim (and I quote):
But she did.
Those are fighting words so I scratched her eyes outwith my chubby fingers so I pretended I didn’t hear it. Changed the subject and moved on. All the while the words rolled over and over in my mind. Did she really just say that? And did Hubs hear that? He was standing right there….wait…why hadn’t he told her to shut up or get out of his stunningly sexy wife’s house be nice?
So I let it go, on the premise that she was just trying to be supportive. I mean, I had complained earlier of being out of shape.
She said it again. The very next day. And this time it was accompanied by:
steamed broccoli I had fed my family at dinner was bad for me
Mostly because Hubs just sat there like a little boy in the principles office and allowed his mother to pistol whip injure my pride and insult my intelligence.
“Oh, I see. Don’t defend me,” I sneered in a whisper at him. “You could help me out here!”
But nothing. And since then, I have seethed and stewed thought about it a lot. And I guess I’m more hurt about the Hubs not telling her to back off than I am about her “good intentions.” I realize there are no foolproof good excuses for letting oneself go.
I suffer from that pathetic condition where you can only think of the best comebacks in a verbal standoff hours, weeks, or decades after the moment passed.
Probably for the best in this situation since I can’t ignore all her calls or she’ll call the police to check I haven’t EATEN her grandchildren.
OK. Glad that’s off my chest. Now I need something chocolate.