Originally Posted by Seasider

Mine have been here a week now, another to go, and they're lovely. Sometimes they're too lovely (as I already knew) and go along with anything we suggest, but it does mean we end up organising absolutely everything, don't get a minute to ourselves, and I'm already shattered.

Something even I couldn't organise today, however. We stopped off at the Kiama Blowhole on the way home from a couple of nights away and MiL asked, "how often does it blow?" I stopped myself short of saying, "oh they make the sea perform on the hour, every hour, for the tourists".

(So I got slight sunburn standing there with them, cameras poised, waiting to see if it would oblige.)

Originally Posted by stevenglish

Well, mine have been here just over 5 weeks now, tensions been on the rise [pretty much since they landed. All the usual stuff, won't go out unless the wife or their friends in Sydney take them, she's cooked 3 meals since she's been here (2 of which while I was working), generally being made to feel 2nd class in my own house, and some lovely little venomous comments from the Father in law.

Last week my mate came round, needed a chat and had afew beers, The old fukkah made his displeasure abundantly clear, so we really hit the piss, guess I was spoiling for a row really. About 11 he asked me if I was taking the piss having my mate round so late (they generally go to bed around 1am)

That was just what I needed, and what followed was an out pouring of very warranted frustration and some appauling language, he even made an attempt to argue back, which I stopped by shouting and swearing even more. I told him to treat me, my home and my friends with more respect, cut the nasty comments or leave. MIL piped up then, and I told her to be quiet and that I had no problem with her, 'well I've got a ****ing problem with you' she bawled at me, 'in that case pack your backs an f off' I retourted.


It has to be the most liberated I've felt in a long time, I thoroughly recommend the liberal use of foul language, with a football hooligan like 'come on then ****' attitude.

They've been good as gold since

Originally Posted by elice_in_oz

See, I can't even yell at my MIL cos she's not even obnoxious or outspoken. She is just HERE all the bloody time

Only 3 more weeks

Originally Posted by elice_in_oz

HOME ALONE for the day! Yay!

Originally Posted by carolinephillips

What have you done with her????

Originally Posted by Marleys Ghost

I am the MIL!

(Though I hope not from hell!)

Before my children had children we always stayed with each other. But that changed once their children came along. It's much better for us all for whoever is visiting to stay closeby rather than with us.

Luckily, we're all adult enough to recognise this now. I must admit that I, as the MIL in both cases, was (kind of) offended when my children said they'd book apartments near me. I've had total strangers come stay with me with no problem. But, that's the 'nub' of it... I have no history with total strangers!

The separate accommodation is a brilliant idea in my opinion, and I'm relieved when my children do it.

As for the financial aspect of it? I'd rather see them less often and more amicably, than vice versa, so we now factor accommodation at a reasonble distance, (and a reasonable price).

This has lead to very happy holidays together over the last ten years.

MG

Originally Posted by elice_in_oz

Only 13 days to go. I will survive!

Originally Posted by elice_in_oz

Beware, this is another MIL rant

Why did I bother giving my lovely large bedroom with ensuite to my MIL when she spends ALL of her time sitting on the sofa in the living room? I am the one that has to retreat to the small spare room to get some privacy. And she still uses the main bathroom because she likes to take a bath... Next time, she can stay in the spare room and I'll just keep my big bed and my ensuite!

She's been here almost a month and a half, and the furthest she has been on her own is GREENSBOROUGH PLAZA! That is ONE stop on the train and for those of you who know Greensborough Plaza, it's not the most exciting place in Melbourne... She has not been out to the city to check out the Christmas stuff, nor to visit museums or any of that stuff that most normal visitors to Melbourne would want to do.

All she does all day is entertain the chickens, read books and drink TEA by the gallon! I swear, if I drank the same amount of tea and coffee that she does, I would be climbing the wall! She drinks more tea and coffee than water...

I know I am being a bit (a lot ) intolerant but I am finding it very hard. I think what I find hardest is the loss of privacy. She never ever retreats to her room to read or whatever. Even in the evenings, when I'm watching something on TV of no interest to her, she'll still just sit there. I still have another 43 days of this. Not sure I can take it. I am tired of hearing stories about what the chooks did or how evil her ex daughter in law is. I need to let out steam. Hence this post

Also, she sucks her teeth, she shuffles her feet, she farts and burps, she had explosive diarrhoea that went under the toilet seat and that she didn't clean up properly, she takes more medication than anyone I know, including my 92-year-old grandfather (she's only 68), she can't work a camera/computer/dvd player/insert any technological device to save her life (my 3-year-old is more tech savvy than she'll ever be) because she won't try, she can't cook, she folds t-shirts down the middle, she irons UNDERWEAR FFS! (and scoffs at ex DIL's habit of ironing socks ), she doesn't rinse the dishes, she smokes and doesn't have a shower or bath every day so all her belongings stinks of stale fag smoke, she goes and buys crap stuff from the supermarket and hasn't even set foot in the deli across the street, she sleeps until 10 every day but won't go to bed early to give us some privacy, she doesn't remember anything we tell her about plans for the week/weekend ahead, she keeps closing doors when I want them open and opening doors when I want them closed, and she snores very loudly...
*rant over*
OK, I may be overreacting a bit but seriously, never again will I suggest that she come to spend 3 months here. I must have been drunk the day I made the suggestion! That'll teach me

Originally Posted by Icarus

Ok, here's what you should of done.

First, decide which side of the couch she'll be sitting on when you watch a movie. Next, you'll need a fiber-optic camera, a palmtop computer, and something shiny. Hide the camera in the arm of the couch, aiming at where the face will most likely be. Place the shiny object on the ground. Link the camera to the palmtop that you will hide on your side of the couch.

Next, you will need to prepare her a tasty meal. Go out and get whatever you'd need to make said meal. Then make it. This part is pretty straightforward unless you have no hands. If you have no hands, you are on your own.

Finally, you need an umbrella holder. Place eight umbrellas of various make and model and a Louisville slugger in it. Place it next to your seat on the couch. The trick is to make it seem like it is supposed to be there.

Now, you must select a film that will work to your optimal romantic advantage. I suggest a light hearted comedy or hardcore porn.

Now, to spring your plan into action. After a reasonable amount of what will no doubt be awkward conversation, serve dinner. When dinner is over, casually suggest that you now watch the movie that you have selected. Rush to the couch to insure you get the proper seat.

Once the movie has started, grab an umbrella from out of the umbrella holder. Open it. She will be surprised by this. Now point to the shiny object. Use your hidden palmtop to watch for the moment when her attention is completely affixed on the shiny object. Now take the Louisville slugger from the umbrella case and beat her to death .