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Allegra
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EEEEUUUAAAGGGHHH!
My husband is from Wisconsin and we have to visit his family several times a year. Most of his family is nice and I guess it’s not THAT boring, but one thing I can’t stand is staying with his mother. Everytime, we say we won’t do it again, but it seems like everytime my husband caves and we end up staying there again. This time, however, was the LAST STRAW! I am totally prepared to hurt feelings, break hearts, make a scene, or even refuse to go at all. I will stay in a hotel. I will stay with his dad. I will stay with his grandma. In the summer, I will stay in a tent. But I will not, NOT, NOOOOOOOOT stay with his mother again! The following are my top reasons and you can tell me how unreasonable I am.
My husband is from Wisconsin and we have to visit his family several times a year. Most of his family is nice and I guess it’s not THAT boring, but one thing I can’t stand is staying with his mother. Everytime, we say we won’t do it again, but it seems like everytime my husband caves and we end up staying there again. This time, however, was the LAST STRAW! I am totally prepared to hurt feelings, break hearts, make a scene, or even refuse to go at all. I will stay in a hotel. I will stay with his dad. I will stay with his grandma. In the summer, I will stay in a tent. But I will not, NOT, NOOOOOOOOT stay with his mother again! The following are my top reasons and you can tell me how unreasonable I am.
- MIL is obsessed with tidyness and can’t even sit down to a meal with the family while there is a drip of grease on the table top.
- Neither MIL nor SFIL are capable of appropriate socialization and every evening is spent staring at non-child-friendly TV shows.
- Both MIL and SFIL go to sleep extremely early, and in the middle of the livingroom.
- The only guest room is in the basement and there is no bathroom, so one has to creep through the dark livingroom (Where they are sleeping) to get to the bathroom on the other side of the house. If the baby needs a bottle, one has to manage this with a screaming child.
- The house has an open floor plan and it’s impossible to keep my baby in a safe area of the house, unless you count the guest room in the basement. Thus, I spend litterally every moment she’s awake either holding her down or chasing her around to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or break one of the thousands of nicknacks or picture frames MIL keeps at baby level.
- They built a lot of the home themselves and the ballisters in the staircase are so far apart (probably to save money) that my baby could easily fall through them without even brushing the sides.
- There is no phone in the house and we have no reception on our cell phones.
- The closest fir edepartment and paramedic are 20 highway minutes away, and the closest major hospital, over an hour, but I guess that doesn’t matter since we can’t call them anyway.
- They dismantled the fire alarms because they beep whenever the battery is out. (see 7 and 8) We actually bought a battery for the one by the guestroom the last time we were there, but it was disconnected again when we came this time. My husband had to drive to town to buy another one.
- The only windows in the guest room in the basement are so small that we MIGHT be able to shove our baby out the window, but our heads wouldn’t even fit through. (see 7-9)
- The house is heated by a wood-burning stove… IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM! (see 7-10)
- Despite the fact that the main source of heat in this home is a dangerous, iron stove in the middle of the room, there is no humidifier or air filter, which means the house is dry as a desert. After four days, my hands are cracked and bleeding and I’m sick as a dog.
- There is no safety grate around the stove. (I have a curious toddler.)
- Despite the fact that her husband can’t have glutan, my MIL insists on making pasta for us, using nasty gluten-free pasta that should be labeled as unfit for human consumption.
- She gets mad at me when I tell her that I don’t allow my daughter to eat raw eggs.
- She insists that my daughter sit in her old high chair because it’s the one she used as a baby and that my husband used, despite the fact that the strap is missing and that my daughter easily slides out the bottom.
- As if keeping my baby safe in this environment wasn’t a fun enough job, my SIL brought over a stray cat as a gift for my MIL the second night we were there. Apparently, my MIL knew this was coming. (She had already bought the litter box.) but neglected to tell my husband.
- The brand of coffee they use is really nasty.