April 26, 2005 - 9:57 amDONíT YOU LIKE OATMEAL?
My mother-in-law just left this morning. I love her dearly, and since John and I have been together sheís been like a mother to me. Sheís a wonderful person with a great heart and she always means well, BUT DEAR GOD THAT WOMAN DRIVES ME TO DRINK.
She was a kid during WWII, so sheís got that post-war hoarding mentality. You know, that generation that thinks you should eat everything out of a can and never throw anything away. Her favorite store is the Dollar Store, and she always comes to visit us with an ENTIRE SUITCASE full of cheap stuff that we have no use for. Iím the anti-clutter Nazi, and she is the Winston Churchill of small plastic items that sing. I don't stand a chance.
She actually reminded me Sunday night not to forget to do the tooth fairy for the Girl Ė calling in a REALLY LOUD WHISPER to me in the Girlís room WHILE Iím taking her tooth out from under her pillow and nearly waking the Girl up. Iíve managed to remember to be the tooth fairy eleven times so far. I think Iíve earned my wand and wings.
This is pretty much how our morning went:
Mother-in-law: Do you ever wear those snuggle suits?
M-I-L (while the kids are eating pancakes): Do they like oatmeal? I could fix them some oatmeal.
M-I-L (to the Girl at breakfast): Do you take your lunch to school?
M-I-L: Is that what sheís wearing to school? Isnít she going to be cold? Does she ever wear those snuggle suits?
M-I-L (after the kids have finished their pancakes): When do they eat again?
M-I-L: Want me to fix you some breakfast?
The funny thing is that the gist of these conversations reminds me a lot of the conversations I have with John, only with John the subjects are a lot more important and my blood pressure goes up a few points higher when we talk. Between the two of them I find it amazing that anyone ever actually gets to the point of whatís on their minds. He comes by it honestly, though, and I think he does remarkably well considering his communication role model. But Iím just not really equipped with the decoding skills it takes to have that kind of conversation on a regular basis. For the rest of my life.
And I DO like oatmeal, by the way.
Just not my mother-in-lawís.
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