The House Devil
Monday, November 28, 2016
I think that's my name over here.
I'm trying not to make a bunch of comfort food. I'm frustrated and tired. I live with my inlaws. And they have very specific ideas on how the kids should be raised, which of course, vary from mine & my husbands. He's at work all day, so I'm stuck dealing with them. This time, I had the NERVE to let my 3 year old walk home in the rain so he could jump in the puddles. So naturally, he's got wet shoes, socks, and pants when he gets home. This, of course, is the end of the world. Cause he's WET. Oh the horror. (Note the sarcasm!)
They make their comments about how "I hope he doesn't get sick". "He walked home in the RAIN? But you brought the stroller and the cover! Now he's all WET!" and "His shoes won't dry! I don't know WHAT he'll wear to school tomorrow!" And now my MIL is giving me the silent treatment, and her sister isn't much better. *sighs* I hate living here.
I'm trying to not make a huge box of mac and cheese to eat in one sitting! I'm settling for a small slice of pizza.