Enough already!!!! Moaning Bitch Club, a guest post from the lovely miss @6kidsandme

Today I feel like the ultimate moaning bitch!

 

 I have had enough, enough I tell you!

Moan number frigging 1!

I am sick to the back teeth of head lice! I spend a fortune and lots of precious time getting rid and believe me, that is no mean feat!

Ok, with the boys it’s not too bad, I can just give them a grade 2!! But Little Miss is a different story, she has lovely long hair which those pesky little bugs absolutely love!!!

All that money and all that time to get them clear and they go to school and come home infested again. Arghhh, fellow mums, de lice your children!

Moan number frigging 2. 

Why oh why did I take on the Chair position of our pre school?

Was my brain on holiday that day?

It must have been, I haven’t got the foggiest what I am doing and I feel like i’m backed into the corner because if I quit, there will be no pre-school, no one else wants to take it on!!!!

*Bangs head against the wall repeatedly*

Tonight I am supposed to be sorting out salary reviews, have to find out what one is first!

Moan number frigging 3.

My OH gets his phone upgrade a full month before me!!

How very dare he, arghh, it’s so not fair!!

My speaker has gone on my phone and I am so desperate for a new one, even though I don’t know which to go for, (besides the point), OH is bragging, saying he’s going to go for an Iphone or the new Blackberry, why???

He hasn’t got a bleeding clue what to do with a smart phone, he isn’t on Twitter (thank God) or Facebook (again thank God) and he doesn’t even know what an email is! Let alone how to send one!! So why does he want one??

To pee me off that’s why!!! To rub my nose in the fact that I have to wait and he can get one now, grrrrr!

Right, I think that is all for now, if I think of anything else I will be back, providing I am accepted into The moaning bitch club that is.

I am, arent I?

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That’s Not Where The Cheese Lives!! Moaning Bitch Club, A guest post from the BeAutiful @theboyandme

Ok, before I start properly just let me state this for the record: “I love and adore my husband with all my heart, he is my soul-mate, best friend and I wouldn’t want him any other way”

However, if he doesn’t bloody well learn that the contents of the fridge have a certain place I am going to kill him! (Obviously not literally, as that is murder and illegal)

Today we had our monthly shop from Tesco’s delivered. It’s simple really, “Darling can you put the shopping away?”

“Yes of course” replies my one and only.

I didn’t even stop to think that he’d do what he did! He knows that I have OCD tendencies. He knows that I like the probiotic drinks put under the wine-rack on the right-hand side. That the yoghurts, cheeses and creams have to go on the top shelf, cheeses on the left, yoghurts in the middle, cream on the right. Carrots mustn’t be put at the back of the drawer because otherwise they freeze. And of course he understands that The Boy’s fromage frais must be put above the milk shelf on the left hand side, with the cream cheese next to them and the butter/margarines on the right. Why  wouldn’t any of this happen? He knows!

Which is why when I walked back in to the kitchen and found the Petit Filous lying on their side on the wrong shelf and on the right hand side; I almost laid hands on him! Don’t even get me started on the contents of the top shelf!

I fear that I will have to put pictures on the shelves for him so he knows where everything goes. I am convinced that he did it incorrectly on purpose just to get out of it!

Ha! I’ll teach him, I’ll go down to the shed and mess up all his tools.

The only problem there, of course, is that there is no order in the shed either. This man just stops using things and leaves them lying around where he’d finished with them: socks, glasses, cameras, Private Eye magazines, pens, you name it; it’ll be in the wrong place.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from the tidiest woman in the world, but because I know I’m a messy bugger I can see the error of my ways and correct it. He has no idea!

Am I now a member of the Moaning Bitch Club?

Visit the http://theboyandme.co.uk  for more tales of the unexpected with the boy!

The Ipad is mine! Mine!!! Moaning bitch club, by Miss Baby loves shopping!

Right!!!!

 If I don’t write this down now, I will be simmering all day and no one wants that! Thank you Lexy for giving me a chance to let off steam.

Moan Number 1!!

The iPad is mine. Mine! Purchased with my money that my mum left me. I alone faced my husband’s wrath at spending some of the money when I have debts to pay (he has a point I suppose but he knows I can’t resist a gadget). So why when I finally manage to wrestle it from my kids does it only have 3% battery left and dies when I am about to get my highest score in chocolate factory? 

 
(I’m in a rage!)

Moan number 2!!

Now, retailers and other people that sell you stuff, like garages and couriers, when I ask “how much?” 

That means I want to know the price THAT I AM GOING TO PAY. Please don’t tell me a price and assume that I know (and can mentally work out) all the extras plus vat, plus delivery, plus fuel surcharge, plus a credit card fee of some random amount!!

 Grr… Yes and to the garage that quoted me £40 for a replacement car key fob and then went to charge me £100 for it!!!

 I rejected it! Ha! and instead I sold my car (you get new keys with a new car see?)

Moan number 3!!

Now to darling Husband I do not find being called stupid an aphrodisiac…. 

Moan Number 4! 

To the rest of my household: there would be plenty of food in the house if you all stopped eating it all within 24 hours! Don’t complain to me…. You know where the supermarket is!

Moan number 5! 

Finally dictionaries are pointless because you need to know how to spell something to look up how to bloody spell it.

I am dyslexic.

Do you know how long it took me to find the word “wrath” when I thought it began with a “r”?

So not funny.

Ahhh feel better now!!

Long live the moaning bitch club!!!

Back seat driving and carpet flowers!! Moaning bitch club, By Miss Katie Bailey!

Hello, my name is Katie, and I, am a moaning bitch.

( Not all the time, just when one or more of the below happens…….ok then yes, most of the time!)

I can literally, have days where I get out of bed and everything is bound to piss me off!

From the shouts of

‘Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, my NEED milky, my NEED a tissue, my NEED changing’ to the hubby saying,

‘So what are you doing today?’ 

Have you really got time for me to reel it all off Mr???? HAVE YOU?

Do you mean in-between cooking breakfast (and yes, toast IS cooking), dinner and tea, 50 odd loads of washing, hoovering 10 times while wiping mucky finger prints off the TV yet again, not to mention doing 2-3 hours of work, packing orders and all while chasing two toddlers around, trying to stop them swinging from the curtains and mountaineering up the bookcase???

Is that what you mean?

I also have days where I’m in the best mood ever but can switch from that to wanting to kill someone in a matter of seconds!! (And if anyone suggests it might be my hormones or even darws utter the words ‘time of the month’ then oh my god, they better look out!!!!

So, I hope you are all sitting comfortably!  This may take a while!

My biggest moans!

• The TT’s (aka the Tiny Tots or the Terrible Toddlers, depending on their moods),

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my children to bits and wouldn’t change them for the world! But even at 2 & ½ and 16 months they know exactly how to push my buttons!! Their idea of entertainment involves climbing everywhere (and I mean everywhere – little man’s favourite vantage point currently, is behind the TV stood on the glass television stand!!) They also very much enjoy wrestling each other and trashing other people’s houses! Imagine my horror yesterday when they started to get a little, erm….mischievous at a friend’s house. (I am going grey, I really am!) Lots of unsuitable items were within reach and they both started grabbing at stuff at the same time!! (cue panic mode!!) This all came to a head when little man decided he wanted to play with a box containing my friends recently deceased cat’s ashes….eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk! (Fortunately, being the superhero I am, I saw what was about to happen, and managed to dive at him, retrieving the box and putting it out of reach just in time! Now that could have been extremely embarrassing!)

• Carpet watering! Is it only mine? Or do other parent’s children also get great entertainment out of watering the carpet with their juice? I frequently nip into the kitchen to get them a snack and come back to a soaking wet carpet and two sniggering toddlers! For God’s sake, the carpet is not grass, it does NOT NEED WATERING!!! ( And while we are at it, who the hell comes into my house at night and leaves great dirty black marks on my carpet?  It’s already suffering badly enough from 2 toddlers and a dog, it does not need the variety of juice and calpol stains adding to! Why can’t the cleaning fairies come visit my house instead? *sob*)

 (This may or may not be me… ahem.)

• Snail trail. It is inevitable that every time I am wearing black leggings little miss will come along, pretend she is giving me a cuddle, then revert to stealth mode and sneakily wipe a trail of snot up my leg, consequently making me look like I’ve been attacked by a snail! As if the suitcases under my eyes, spots and spare tyre weren’t enough to make me feel like a bag of crap as it was, little miss still feels to need to put her ‘signature stamp’ on my look! (ARGHHHHHHH.) 

 

• Fickle toddlers. To be fair Little man hasn’t been great this week, he’s had a sore throat and a cough so I will let him off, but even still! He will usually, constantly ask for a desired food. Usually pasta, sausages etc. He will promise sincerely to eat the coveted food item, repeat ‘my eat it now’ throughout the whole cooking process but then refuse it as soon as it’s under his nose. The pasta is not ‘boingy’ enough! What the…….. Cue meltdown.

 

•  Unexpected presents. Yes, they sound great don’t they? Unfortunately this usually consists of little man repeating ‘look mummy, look mummy, look mummy’, ‘Yes sweetheart, what is it?’ and I end up with a lovely bogey deposited in my hand, on my leg, wiped on my sleeve. Oh thank you darling! Just what mummy always wanted…… Anyway. You get the picture.
   
•  Backseat drivers wind me up a treat, especially when they are 2 ½ and their driving experience consists of ramming their sister in the ankles with either, a pram or a Roary the Racing Car ride, thingamabob!‘Mummy, you’s not got two hands on the wheel’
  ‘Mummy, your wheel is the wrong way round’,
  ‘Mummy, you’s not cleaned your window screen’,
  ‘Mummy, your car is rubbish, has to go in bin!’…..arrrrrggggggggggggggghhh…… deep breath!!! – Little man, if you weren’t only 2 and ½ I would be tempted to make you get out and walk!

•  Wide Load. Having two toddlers I also get the pleasure of pushing a double pushchair (Joy!) Now the TT’s love it and it’s really not so bad, but take it shopping with us and it immediatey makes me want to ram people in the ankles and bowl over shop displays!! There just isn’t anywhere near enough space in shops!!!! I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve queued up at a checkout for ages, with screaming grumpy children only to find when I get there that I can’t get through the bloody thing and have to queue again somewhere else!!!! And the looks I get from people when I politely ask them to shift their ass, you’d think I was asking for blood! Then they think they are being clever when they move a bloody millimeter. Erm, excuse me……can you not see I’m pushing a frikkin 10 tonne bus here Mrs!! MOVE!!!

 

•  Parking.  ‘Ditto’ to everything that has already been said, I think the parking issue has already been well and truly covered so I need not go there.

(Thats more like it!)

• Chocolate! Why oh why do you taunt me so much? Especially when I have the willpower of a raging nymphomaniac at a sex convention. As if the spare tyre around my middle wasn’t bad enough without you, you teasing little minx!

 

•   Cake, Wine, Coffee, Crisps, Biscuits……see  above.

 

•  Rubbish calories. You know the situation, you go to a coffee shop/friends house, there are cakes sitting there ridiculing you, ‘you know you want me, oh go on, I’ll go easy on you, just one won’t hurt’ etc. So you debate, should I? Shouldn’t I? Oh no, I’ve been fairly good this morning (the half a chocolate croissant that little miss wouldn’t eat does not count), I’d better not. Oh go on then, if you insist. You start drooling and bite into the cake only to find it tastes bloody awful. So you’ve either spent hard earned pennies on crappy calories that are wasted or you have to sit there in front of the person who made them, politely claiming that they are absolutely delicious!

 

• Proper work. People who think that I don’t do ‘proper’ work, or even work, because I don’t always go out of the house to do it! Yes, my job is very flexible and fits in extremely well with small children but it also means I have to work during naptimes and evenings. There are days, very occasionally, where I’d love to go out to work and be able to give a single task my full concentration rather than running upstairs in the middle of writing an email/article to deal with a teething toddler and then completely forgetting even what I was doing, let alone what I was about to write! MY JOB IS A PROPER JOB!
   
•   Me. Then there is me, I’m not a complete hypocrite. I do annoy myself too and am completely open about it. Well, when anyone asks anyway.  I’m the world’s worst at procrastination…in fact, I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow…
• My awful memory. As if it wasn’t bad enough before the kids, I now have the memory of a goldfish. It’s recently cost me £13 in library fines and, erm, I can’t even remember what else!
• My perfectionism. I ‘was’ always a bit of a control freak and slightly OCDish. I was nicknamed Monica in the early days of our marriage by my hubby, who used to find great amusement in running into the kitchen and leaving open all the doors and drawers, to make me laugh and snap me out of the frantic ‘I’m the only bloody one who does anything round here’ cleaning frenzies! I don’t really have those frenzies anymore, frankly I’m too knackered. But I’m not sure what annoys me about it, the fact that I can’t be arsed to be a perfectionist anymore or the looks I get that say, ‘really, but your house is a bloody tip’ when hubby mentions what a clean freak I am! I don’t think he actually notices how much my standards have dropped. Probably just as well eh?

 

•  And, last but no means the clocks. The frikkin clocks go back this weekend which means we’ll all spend next week desperately trying to get our babies to go to bed at 6 rather than 7.  In October we had weeks of sleepless nights because of the damned clocks. Can’t we just put the bloody clocks forward by 30 minutes and have done with it? Who the hell ever invented daylight saving time anyway??? Obviously it was someone who did not have children!

Right, I think I’d better shut up now, believe me I could go on for much longer! Maybe I’ll save that for another time.  Thank you for listening, I do feel much better now, which will probably last all of 5 mins when we get to playgroup and I find they’ve got messy play.

Hopefully, they will have remembered the chaos the TT’s cause last week and thought better of it!!

My name is Katie, and I, am a moaning bitch.

An introduction to Delicious Nessy!

Another introduction! Whoopeee i hear you shout in delight! Well this is a christmas introduction from the lovely, entertaining and truly inspiring Delicious Nessy herself! The cupcake connoisseur! Visit her wonderful site over at www.totaldeliciousness.co.uk

Ps – If you are not in to christmas, i urge you to read this post. By the end of it, you may find yourself welling up with the joy of it all! I certainly did! Enjoy!

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I can hardly believe that we are already a week into December, only 19 days till Christmas. I LOVE Christmas. In fact, I don’t just love Christmas, I love the whole month of December: the twinkling lights in town centres; the busy, busy shops full of people – not buying for themselves – but for others, taking the time to think about what a loved one would really appreciate as a present; the festive songs (although I’m sure if you work in a shop you will disagree with this one); Father Christmas being so talented that he can appear in many different shops and centres across the globe, so that children can let him know their hearts desire this festive season.

I also love December as it’s my birthday (on the 15^th  if you’re interested) and the month in which traditions continue and for us, hopefully, this year we will start new ones. When I was living at home, we always got the tree on the weekend of or before my birthday. It was always there by the 15^th in the “front room” bay window for all to see. Adorned with a mix match of decorations we made at primary school and various random ornaments that we had collected over the years. There are clowns; little wire prams; hobby horses; bears and a bashed dove that I made when I was about 6, completely falling apart but until it actually does, it will always have a place on my parents’ tree. There is no fancy colour matching for the Hogg family, just a warm, inviting and fun tree (although we draw the line at tinsel!)

The tradition of random fun ornaments is now also in my house and over the last couple of years I have bought an array of lovely decorations. This year, we have a Baby’s first Christmas bauble for Sam. I’ve also got him a tartan bear for his Scottish roots and a wooden tree decoration with his name on it. Each year, he will get another decoration and when he is older with a house of his own, they will be his to take for his tree, with his family.

As we will spend Christmas Day in Scotland with my family, we got our tree on December 2nd. I have covered it with decorations. I have vintage style paper chains put up in the living room too and an advent calendar that hangs along our shelves with a little straw bag for each day. Although Sam has no idea about Christmas, he already loves looking at the twinkling lights on the tree. 

Christmas will take on a new meaning for us this year as we have our beautiful boy and with that there is a renewed magic and sense of wonder.

I hope that you all have a wonderful festive season full of love, laughs and happiness.

 Ness xx

The wonderful world of Nurturing Career Mama.

Another fanastic woman and blog I would like to introduce you to is www.nurturingcareermama.wordpress.com. I love her style of writing, she tackles everything from multi-tasking on the potty to mummying – your not allowed to be ill! The woman is hilarious, REAL and its a great blog to stop in and have a read of, if you have two minutes to spare. BUT be warned! You may end up being on there an hour and reading EVERYTHING! She is like a pringle. Once you pop you just can’t stop!  Visit her blog and see for yourself. But for now, here is an introduction.

I call myself the Nurturing Career Mama and I’m a midlands gal living in the south west. Because I work in marketing and PR my real name gets banded around quite a bit in association with my day job, so I choose to stay anonymous about my personal blogging. The last thing I would want when searching for my name in association with work, is some middle aged, short trouser techie engineer stumbling across me going off-on-one about the laziness of the male population, my brazenness about nursing in public, me hailing attachment parenting or jabbering on about my love of a good bit of cake.

I’m a full time mother of a toddler trying to be the nurturing mother I want to be. For any working ma you’ll know this feels like you’re a circus artist trying to keep all the balls in the air while breathing a mouthful of guilt induced fire. In my house this manifests itself in me breastfeeding and babywearing my toddler at the same time as cooking the tea, sending an email, empting the washing machine and eating some cake.

If I am to be honest, I’m a little on the crunchy side (that’s not the chocolate bar, but a reference to being a bit of a hippy mother). I’m one of those mums who uses cloth nappies, breastfeeds her toddler, co-sleeps and babywears…but you’re never gonna get me going bare feet, homeschooling or binning the make-up – that lot is here to stay.

My current phase of motherhood has entered Pottyhood. In other words, we are starting to transition babe from wearing nappies to using the poo pot.

On Sunday I was so proud that babe had managed to ‘produce’ a fine poopey specimen in the pink potty that now gets trailed around the house. We rejoiced in merriment at the wondrous gift that she had neatly delivered to us. This was followed by more carpet stains mixed with success…but on Monday it went more downhill.

We were having more nappy-off-time, but instead of peeing in the potty, babe held her potty in her arms and took a seat on my left foot. It’s getting quite nippy so I thought, ‘ah warm at last’. But it started to get too warm, too nice….argh wet…pee pee wet.

The little minky spalinky had peed on my foot! She left me with a sodden sock and soggy trouser bottoms.  Somehow I know this is only going to be the start.

Visit Nurturing Career Mama and see for yourself www.nurturingcareermama.wordpress.com

An introduction to Northern mummy with southern children.

All this week i will be introducing you to some more fantasic blogging sites. The reason behind this being, i love to read. And i want to share with you a couple of my favourite blogs. My first being this young lady from Up north who now lives Down south! This was one of the first blogs i found and it inspired me to start my own. Without further adue, I give you the hilarious, and very talented, inspiring and truly lovely yummy mummy! @northernmum1.

You will find the link to her site on my blog roll, and at the bottom of this post. And in my Iphone. And on my fridge. And on the pc at my mums house, and my dads house… and in the apple store… i am a big fan…

The cost of a third child.

I do like a bit of guest blogging, and even better when I get to blog up here in manchester.  Not quite my home town but it’ll do.

Sorry I should introduce myself properly.  My name is mummmmmmmmy, I used to have another one but it was such a long time since anyone used it I have completely forgotten it.  I have three children, twin boy, twin girl and baby beautiful; again upon their arrival into the world I did give them ‘real’ names but I suffer badly from baby brainitis so most days it is easier to refer to them by their gender or developmental stage.  I also share my home with he who helped create them, but true to form in the blogging world he does little but work, sleep, fart and watch football.  Should you wish to read more on these topics I suggest you head over to either Top Gear or Soccer am’s site immediately.

Although now I come to think of it trumping played a role in the conception of baby beautiful.  I had been banging on about having another baby since the twins could crawl, some would say because of my love for the little creatures, ones that know me better would argue it is because I am a lazy sod who enjoys coffee mornings on maternity leave far too much.  Anyways after the stress of raising two bambinos at once he who helped create them was not as keen to bring another rather demanding mouth into the world.

However as my mother will tell you I have a tenancy to ‘keep on’ and it took me three years but my dedication to moaning, and writing letters to santa entitled ‘I want a baby’ seemed to be paying off as we approached easter 2009. 

The first sign was when he who helped create them wouldn’t let me ebay the car seats, because we may need them again.  The next sign was when I caught him musing through photos of the twins in their baby years with a cute half smile on his face.  The final clue that he had finally been worn down was when he lay in bed one night after a most delicious curry and asked me;

” How much do you want another baby?”

My response was a mix of desperation, pleaing and guilt inducing cries of;

“More than anything”

He turned to me lovingly and smiled as a sound barrier breaking noise erupted under the sheets and the whiff of vindaloo reached my delicate nostrils.

“If you can put your head under the blanket for two minutes now we try for another baby.”

And there it is twelve months on, baby beautiful lies contentedly in her cot and I still feel a sense of shame as I make my bed on the morning.

just one more thing I have done for my children!

Find more hilarious tales at www.northernmum.wordpress.com



So much for being a stepford wife…

One of the very first Blogs I ever found and fell in love with was www.Thisismommyhood.com.

Her name is Elle and she is a mother to a toddler who is like a hummingbird on crack. Her blog title made me howl with laughter and her humorous and beautiful way with words had me hooked from day dot. It was her, amongst few others, that inspired me to start this blog. It was Elle that taught me it was ok to admit to being a little less than perfect, it was Elle that taught me that being a little less than perfect could be great reading! Today I am lucky enough to add to my blog,  a guest post from Elle herself.  Visit Elle’s  blog over at www.thisismommyhood.com. ENJOY!!

  So much for being a stepford wife. I’m as undomestic as they come….

When I was younger I thought when I got married and had kids I would be Martha Stewart before I knew Martha existed. I thought I would always have dinner ready when my husband got home from work. I thought I would be a cleaning goddess and everything would sparkle like a Mr. Clean commercial.

I thought I would be crafty and teach myself to knit, learn how to use a sewing machine and make my future kids costumes for Halloween and school plays. I thought I would be a perfect hostess to friends while making an effortless meal without breaking a sweat.

I thought I would be perfectly dressed, not a hair out-of-place, make-up always flawless. I thought every word that would come out of my mouth would be kind and encouraging to my husband. I thought my MIL and I would be best friends (okay that might be pushing it). Oh, the beauty of only being 10 years old when I thought these things.

I guess I thought I would be some pod person, some stepford wife, some robot. Then I got married over 15 years ago and reality set in. If your trying to do the math, I’m 24 years old…..in my dreams. Try as I might, and I do try, I can’t cook if my life depended on it. I found out very quickly that I hate cooking. The microwave and I have developed a very special bond over the years.

I like things to be clean yet I’m not a cleaning goddess by any means. I tried to teach myself to knit years ago. That lasted, um, maybe a week. I still have an interest in learning to sew but right now I don’t even know where I’d find the time with a toddler.

After several years of marriage we’ve only had friends over TWICE for dinner. The first time my hubby did the cooking. He also accidentally set plastic wrap on a burner that was on….I can still smell it. The second time, I did the cooking and made a Mexican feast.

To put it bluntly, it sucked balls. The dinner I made was fine but most of the time that our friends were over, I was stuck in the kitchen all sweaty and cursing like a sailor. It was definitely not the nice, relaxing evening with friends that I had hoped it would be.

I spend most of my days, not in perfect outfits, but in yoga pants and a t-shirt. Sometimes it’s a shirt and my pajama boxers. Those are the days when even yoga pants are a little too fancy schmancy for me. When it comes to wearing make-up, Ha! I’ve only worn it once in the past couple of months.

I do take some time to do my hair or I just feel blah all day. I have naturally wavy hair and if I just blow-dry it I look like Bozo the Clown so I have to straighten it too. Even by putting in my best efforts, I usually have a bad hair day most days.

There are times when my husband annoys me to the core of my being and I say things to him that I regret as soon as they come out of my mouth. We don’t fight very often but when I try to discuss something with him, it’s like talking to a brick wall.

I always tell him I’m sorry but that’s not good enough for me. I need to work on keeping the snarky remarks to myself. Better yet I should just put them on twitter. When we do argue (meaning me arguing and the hubby just standing there with a blank look on his face) it’s about pretty typical things when it comes to a couple who’s been married for over 15 years.

The longer that we’re together, the better our relationship becomes so I think that’s a very good sign. We’re both improving. A lot of the relationships I saw when I was younger consisted of yelling matches and marriage getting worse year after year. I actually used to think that’s the way relationships were supposed to be.

When it comes to my MIL, I’ve pretty much given up. I know that the relationship she had with her mother-in-law was really bad. My husband has told me how things were usually very cold between them. What’s ironic is I feel my MIL is basically treating me how her MIL treated her and she doesn’t even seem to realize it.

She actually commented before about how she doesn’t understand MIL drama and that she’s so easy to get along with. I just nodded and on the inside I was laughing my ass off. I still am.

When my husband’s grandmother was alive I would hear how she made my MIL feel bad. Then my MIL would tell me how frustrating it was. Um, hello? She questions everything I do and puts me down. It’s more like she body slams my feelings. So for now things are civil but I do wish she could treat me with just a little decency.

I’m a less than perfect cook who loves yoga pants sans doing the actual yoga, who’s never going to like cleaning and can’t sew, who sometimes lashes out at my husband and whose relationship with my MIL is lacking.

I still have issues with not being the perfect phucking stepford wife but it’s something I’m becoming okay with. What’s made me realize I need to accept who I really am is my daughter. She doesn’t care about all of those other things. She just wants love and cuddles. And whatever I have on my plate therefore leaving me hungry most of the time.

What’s something you thought you would do differently?