Mother-in-Law Blues

Since the kids are here I am in between two homes.  My old home is being treated like a large closet/storage/break room and my new home is one with an overbearing, pessimistic, hoarding grandma.

I cook almost every night because we can't afford to feed us and the kids, even just one kid, on restaurant food. Besides it isn't like we can afford to eat out a lot when it is just the two of us.  So, since I am using psycho grandma's kitchen and utensils I make sure to clean every fork, knife, plate, pot, every damn thing we touch so that it can't be said we are taking advantage of her.  I'm not sure that argument can be made anyway because we are buying all the food used and usually make sure she gets to participate in dinner.

All this back story leads me to one thing.... my mother-in-law is a passive aggressive snotty bitch.

Hubby's brother had a medical incident which lead to us having to go visit the ATL group this past weekend.  We left last Friday.  Thursday, the day before we left, I made a delicious meal, that grandma took part in, and cleaned all but one bowl and one strainer.  I used these items to drain ground beef as per grandma's instructions because she has some kind of special counter top that is connected to the sink and if it gets too hot it will crack.....don't even get me started on that......  Anywho...we ate unusually late that night so I cleaned the kitchen and left the strainer in the bowl with some soapy water because I was exhausted.  I thought I'd clean it the next day as we prepared to leave but that day was crazy and then I thought maybe, just maybe grandma would wash those two items.  Perhaps since she has been eating the food I've purchased, cooked, and in a kitchen I've cleaned every night, and done dishes with dish towels that I have cleaned...she might give me a break.

Friday night we were in ATL.  Saturday night we were in ATL.  We got back Sunday late.  What do you know?  Those bowls were still there...along with what looked like 25 days worth of other dishes....the dishes I ran Thursday night were still in the dishwasher waiting to be put away.

I cooked last night, grandma ate.  I did the dishes....all but that damn bowl and strainer...thinking maybe I was putting too much into this......

Tonight I cooked again, grandma ate again.  That damn bowl and strainer still staring at me from the sink.....and I told myself and I told Dwayne that I wasn't gonna wash those fucking things.

But I did.

ARGH!