- My M-I-L “tidies up” the spaces that have been mutually agreed upon to be for Jason and me to use: our bedroom, our den/living room, my desk surface. If an object has no value to her, she is incapable of acknowledging that it might have value for someone else and it is automatically garbage. I cannot tell you how many things have disappeared thanks to her “help,” I’m just glad that I have been able to retrieve some of my stuff from the recycle bin or trash.
- My M-I-L drinks all my k-cups. I have a Keurig set up in the den/living room. I buy my own k-cups with my spending money. I am annoyed that she uses my k-cups and doesn’t replace them, but it is particularly infuriating because she has a Tassimo and t-discs. Not only that, the k-cups she is using up are the EXACT SAME BLEND as the t-discs I BOUGHT FOR HER. And I know she hasn’t run out, because I saw three boxes of t-discs in the cupboard just yesterday.
- My F-I-L is WAY too grateful when I do simple household chores. Dude, all I did was wash a few dishes, no need to thank me quite so much. Save that for when I give you a kidney.
- My F-I-L – who does almost all the cooking in the house – constantly runs his menu plan by me adding “if that’s okay with you,” every single time. My philosophy: the cook sets the menu and the rest of us enjoy the meal graciously and with appreciation for the time and effort put into preparing the meal.
Of course, none of these relatively minor irritations comes anywhere close to negating my gratitude to my In-Laws for welcoming us into their home. We knew there were bound to be challenges, and as far as challenges go these ones are extremely easy to overcome.
Sometimes, I just need to vent a little.