So I'm sitting here reading.. and I've noticed that posts about MIL's aren't usually all that good.
My question is.. am I the only one who totally loves her MIL and gets along with her all the time!? lol...
we've never fought.. we go shopping together, we can hang out and do stuff... am I one of a kind? lol.
I do love my MIL. My ILs are really good to me. It's really just petty complaints. Small little things she says or does that get on my nerves. Just once I would like her to say "Wow, Carrie, your doing a great job raising my grandbabies" instead of noticing there are a couple of dirty dishes sitting on the counter. It would be nice if she would notice the things I do to take care of everyone instead of noticing what I haven't gotten to yet. For example my entire house could pass the white glove test, but she would notice that the clothes need washed. She wouldn't say, "The house looks great!" She would say, "You know, you're suppose to wash a load a day to keep up with the laundrey." (She has actually done this BTW) So while I do love my MIL, much like my own mother, she gets on my nerves, much like my own mother.
Last edited by cay8099; 10-19-2008 at 02:43 PM.
I like my MIL- although she's quite a ways away and we maybe see her once a year. That may have something to do with it. She's a great person! I don't much care for my own mother most of the time. So maybe it's a trade off? LOL
My MIL is AWESOME - I'm not saying that I truly mean it. She is the most generous woman in the world - she sends us money all the time even though she doesn't have two dimes to rub together - she would drop everything and drive the 45 minutes across the bridge to my house if I asked - she is a cookies and milk mommy - something I never had as a child - but frankly her AWESOMENESS comes at a HIGH price - my SIL ( hubbys brothers wife) and I were talking about this the other day. She will come over at the drop of a dime to watch the kids for my SIL but then terrorizes her with her opinions of how she does EVERYTHING from my nephew having too many toys to my neice not eating well enough ( because they don't have the patience to work with her - she's 5 months old and just starting jar food).
Recently we were discussing baby names ( something I said I wouldn't do - but I'm stupid) and I "dropped" that we "had thought" about naming the baby after his cousin the ONLY female in the family before our niece but that we decided against it because my cousins 2 week old baby has that same name now. She told everyone we're naming the baby after his cousin! We most definitlely aren't and the only person who is going to get hurt here is the cousin that shows up to the hospital and finds out the baby was not named after her.
So Yes I love her - I talk to her for hours on the phone because she's great to talk to ... sometimes ... but the moment I get off the phone I kick myself in the ass and swear that I'm not going to do it again because it always bites me in the butt!
( Yesterday it was soo bad - my hormones must have struck again because her and I were on the phone for over an hour and had a great conversation - we got off the phone and within 5 minutes I was a crying mess! My hubby said OMG whats wrong? He thought she did something to me. My reply was I can't stop talking to her and I need to because she always twists my words to people after I talk to her <<< sniffle sniffle >> )
Brandie totally in love mommy of Ava Michelle 2/5/09
Everyone is a genius but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will spend its whole life believing it is stupid ~ Einstein
Noone can make you feel inferior without your consent ~ Eleanor Rooselvelt
Well behaved children aren't born they're grown and happiness is a choice ~ me!
My MIL and I did NOT get along until we had our first child. I think she realized I'm really not going anywhere and she's going to have to put up with me if she wants to see the grandkids. She used to call the house, even when I was pregnant, and immediately say "Is MY SON there?" No "Hi, how's the pregnancy", nothing. Now when she calls we chit-chat about the kids and things before she asks to talk to my husband.
Things aren't perfect between us, but it's nothing like it used to be.
I do totally love my mil so no you are not alone.
Last edited by Jordyn; 10-24-2008 at 03:11 AM.
My MIL is without a doubt one of my favorite people. We talk AT LEAST once a day, usually more. We have always gotten along and I don't know what I would do without her.
this is my first entry ever.
this topic caught my eye. Im so jealous of anyone who is close with their MIL!!
I have tried everything i can think of to have a good relationship with mine, and nothing works. She is one of the most difficult people to get along with, and constantly negative! She is even miseralbe with her own daughters. Now that I'm expecting again, i really wish she was someone i could confide in, and to call when i have a question or concern.so all of you who are close with your MIL, appreciate it!!
Im happy I found this website-instead of talking to her i will log on!
I love my MIL. Before my son was born, we were actually really close. Since my son was born, things have changed a bit. My problem is this: There are certain things I feel very strongly about when raising my son, and she just disregards them. She does everything HER way. For instance: I am totally against him sleeping with us, but the one time I was really sick and let him stay with her, she put him in bed with her. That is just one of many things. It just frustrates me. I think she sees herself more as his mom than his grandma. When my son is not around, we get along great. When he is, I'm boiling inside as I watch her do things I don't approve of. ugh.
One time I want shooping with my MIL, and we took the baby; he was 4mos. at the time. Before I went in the changing room I asked her if she had the baby, and she said yes. Well when I came out she had her back to him looking through a rack and the stroller(with baby in it) was 5 feet away! I told my husband I am never taking the kids again when I go shopping with her. Another time when my first son was 2 we were in Macy's and when I was in the changing room I came out and my son was gone and she was looking through a rack of clothes. Found him, thank you God, hiding in the clothes, but it scared the s**t out of me!