Showing posts with label mother-in-law. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother-in-law. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Incoming


I am preparing for the arrival of my Mother-in-law, from Ireland. She is coming to look after my 6 year old for the last couple of weeks of the holiday. Which is really kind of her.

I really like my Mum-in-law but she sometimes have views that have surprised me, for example:

She visited the herbal remedies shop and asked the shop assistant if Evening Primrose Oil would make you fat!

Breastfeeding, why would you? They don't do that in Ireland.

Put a rusk in the milk, and just make the hole a bit bigger, and do this from birth!

Is your child waking up really early? Just keep them up till you go to go to bed, that will stop them.

There are some other opinions she has which I could tell you, but they may cause an angry mob outside.

Her views used to bother me, when I had just had my first daughter and didn't really know what I was doing. Now I realise that she means no harm by it and is just trying to help, I just occasionally have to bite my tongue. And, miraculously, I have two healthy bright girls who seemed to have survived without taking all of my Mum-in-laws advice. And a Nan who loves them very much.

My husband is in the doghouse though, he is away 'with the lads' for one of the weekends she is here (He does have incredibly valid reasons for this - best friend back form Australia after 9 years away..etc etc)So I may take her for Sunday lunch at my parents.


Maybe my Mum will tell my Mother-in-law her theory on Global Warming - It isn't really real and just something some of the scientist thought of...Apparently?

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Tenuous Links


I was reading rebel mothers blog hen I started thinking about something that happened today, which has a tenuous link to rebel mothers blog.

Anyway...
I was taking some photos of my kids and noticed that there was an opportunity for some pictures of legs (a pet project where in my imagination I see 12 of my photos of legs hanging 12 foot high at the Tate - example above)

Anyway...
I suddenly notice that my lovely hubby was cringing, embarrassed that someone might notice that I am taking photos of strangers legs through his legs, as you do.

It would never occur to me that this might appear odd, but my husband was brought up by an Irish Mother who worried/worries about what everybody thinks...all the time.

By marrying me he rebelled against it (God bless him), but it is still deeply entrenched in him, tucked away for special occasions.

How do I feel about this?
Love him that he married me knowing what I was like (on the whole, I don't really care what people think)
A bit gutted that I embarrassed him (because I do care what he thinks)
But, know that he still loves me, phew!

Tenuous link to Rebel Mother, I do enjoy my stuff, but it does sometimes have consequences - hope that makes sense?