Live with me.
I've related the story in another thread, but my MIL lives with us M-F and then goes up north to where my FIL lives full time. They used to live here in the cities, he retired to their cabin up north. His job (apartment maintenance man) provided their home. Once he retired, she had no place to live, so she asked to live with us for about six months until she found a job near the cabin. Of course, she's 70 with no real skills so there's no way she can find a job up in northern MN, but that didn't stop her or my wife from coming up with this plan. 18 months later she's still in my house.
I should probably start my own thread with all the stuff she drives me crazy with on a weekly basis, but here are the two most recent:
She goes out to eat at a restaraunt almost every night. She doesn't know how to cook, and I think she doesn't like home cooking. Even when she used to have us over for dinner, it was always for takeout she got somewhere. Anyway, she usually goes to a Bakers Square, Perkins, or something else with a bakery in house. She would come home 2-3 nights a week with a pie, cake, rolls or something else from the bakery. Our house was full of junk all the time. (Oh, and she has diabetes, so she shouldn't eat any of this crap, but still does). I have a wife that works out all the time to stay in shape, but struggles with self control. My 16 year old step daughter has weight issues. My boys, 12 and 11 don't each enough good food, but will eat crap all day long. Anyway, I was sick of all this garbage in the house so I finally got my wife to talk with her and make sure she understands she can't bring home this stuff all the time. Treats are supposed to be occasional, not a constant presence in the house. She was fine for a while until this past Tuesday she comes home with one of those cardboard boxes you get at the grocery story that holds 2 or 3 bags of groceries full of prepacked chocolate chip muffins, cup cakes, some kind of fancy pastries, and other junk and just leaves it on the counter like its no big deal.
Then last night, my step daughter has friends over. My wife and I go for a walk. When we are gone, by MIL had come home and gone into our family room...oops, sorry, her TV room. As soon as I walked in the door, I was hit with the overwhelming smell of what I thought was one of the worse baby diaper smells I ever smelled. When I walked in, my step daughter looked up at me with the most disgusted look on her face and says "can you smell that?" It was obviously hard not to, and all I could think was my MIL had a bowel issue and decided to do nothing about it and is hanging around in some dirty pants. I left my wife to go make that confrontation and went to the porch and shut the door to the house. My wife came out and insisted it wasn't her mom. We couldn't figure it out until I went into the fridge later that evening and I opened the door to be hit with the same smell. It was the leftovers she brought home. I have no idea what it was but I immediately walked it out to the garbage outside. She of course won't even know its gone but brings home her leftovers all the time thinking the five of us in the house are going to gratefully eat up her half consumed chain restaraunt crappy leftovers.
