so the fil is very concerned about our house and the contents therein. he figures it's his business everytime we do anything in the house, from moving furniture around to hanging pictures, he figures he should be informed. nevermind that this house has been bought and paid for by us, he still has a tough time letting go of the fact that his son is 32 and has a life beyond the four walls of the yyc palace. of course the sil never lets them forget that she is still the baby of the family...so the day that ch was over there killing the big wolf spider that was OUTSIDE of her condo not hurting anyone (except a fly, lol), she was on the phone demanding that her father get down here and bring his pressure washer and wash off her condo. she tells me these things with a straight face as if it's the most normal thing in the world to command her 60-something year old parents to do her bidding. what's worse is that they comply willingly without protest...and they wonder why she's still single?? honestly.
so the fil decided that we needed a new humidifier. this was way back when we first bought the place. he installed it on a weekend and then on a sunday morning in the winter, not soon after the installation, i heard a drip-drip and went down to investigate...sure enough, there was an inch of water on the floor everywhere and it had dripped into the furnace, causing the pilot light to go out. we spent a few hours cleaning and mopping the floor and finally got everything sorted out.
the next weekend the fil was here to reinforce the water lines. every time he came to our house following the flood, he'd go downstairs and check the furnace. see, the basement is the cats' domain. their litterboxes and food and hair and barf and all cat-related atrocities are down there. the fil does not like that so makes great pains to show how much of an effort it is for him to put on his shoes and descend gingerly down the stairs avoiding the hairballs and cat dishes. he acts as if he's walking across a minefield in middle africa. honestly, it's not that bad, but you'd swear he was in upper somalia by the way he navigates the stairs.
he takes it upon himself to maintain our humidifier and furnace. in fact, about 2 weeks ago he was here to change the furnace filter and humidifier pad and then check on our digital thermostat to make sure it was still controlling the humidifier. like i said earlier, he takes great pleasure in donning the shoes, heading to the basement and checking the humidifier to see if it works.
so then he comes up and tinkers and tonkers with my digital thermostat. and then has the nerve to turn to me and criticise MY programs in there and basically suggest that there are too many, that i'm being ridiculous and should re-program my thermostat. that's right, MY thermostat in MY house that fits OUR schedules. but it somehow does not fit the family mold and therefore is mockable and something that needs to get in line.
my good friend once said that my fil is trying to take over the world one house at a time. i dont think she is far off the mark with that one, i really dont.
of course when we got a digital thermostat, the sil had to get one, too. we got a workbench, she had to get one...the list goes on.
anyway, when the fil was here, the mil came along. she is allergic to the cats and makes great protests about the house everytime she crosses the threshold. she doesnt just quietly sniffle into tissues; no, she carries on making that itchy nose face and moving her nose and mouth around as if to indicate she is far too polite to go and get a kleenex, that she is far too genteel to blow her nose, and is too far removed from all out wiping her nose, but is content to sit there and sniff and snivel and turn up her nose and make faces to indicate that i must be the messiest person on the planet. in fact, i'm sure that i should have my place condemned because of the cats. she used to stay here and let me tell you, she would drive me batty. her mere presence stresses me out because naturally the cats and dogs wont leave her alone when she crosses my threshold and that just exacerbates her allergies. and as far as i'm concerned the mil is a very dramatic person so if she thinks she's getting you riled up, she will pour it on so you are more agitated. i'm sure i play right into her kid gloves when she comes here.
she arrived a couple of weeks ago at nine pm after having a pedicure at 2pm...she was still wearing her freaking "sandals" she got from the salon and wouldnt take them off. instead, she just walked onto my carpet after god knows where her feet had been and continued to sit on the couch like a regal throne occupant and sniffed and snivelled while i tried my best to corral the beasts away from her. oh and she is notorious for never taking allergy medication, preferring to "borrow" my medicine each and every time she is in the house.
at the end of the night, my fil suggested that they should stay here, as opposed to always staying with the sil. well, there is NO way the sil would ever allow that, as her parents are her rocks. and quite frankly, i dont want them here...her snivelling and expecting to be entertained and he running around butting into things and bugging me about things i've done without consulting him.
there are times where i wonder how ch turned out to be normal, the antithesis of his parents...and there are times where i completely understand why it is he has a drinking problem.
so the fil is very concerned about our house and the contents therein. he figures it's his business everytime we do anything in the house, from moving furniture around to hanging pictures, he figures he should be informed. nevermind that this house has been bought and paid for by us, he still has a tough time letting go of the fact that his son is 32 and has a life beyond the four walls of the yyc palace. of course the sil never lets them forget that she is still the baby of the family...so the day that ch was over there killing the big wolf spider that was OUTSIDE of her condo not hurting anyone (except a fly, lol), she was on the phone demanding that her father get down here and bring his pressure washer and wash off her condo. she tells me these things with a straight face as if it's the most normal thing in the world to command her 60-something year old parents to do her bidding. what's worse is that they comply willingly without protest...and they wonder why she's still single?? honestly.
so the fil decided that we needed a new humidifier. this was way back when we first bought the place. he installed it on a weekend and then on a sunday morning in the winter, not soon after the installation, i heard a drip-drip and went down to investigate...sure enough, there was an inch of water on the floor everywhere and it had dripped into the furnace, causing the pilot light to go out. we spent a few hours cleaning and mopping the floor and finally got everything sorted out.
the next weekend the fil was here to reinforce the water lines. every time he came to our house following the flood, he'd go downstairs and check the furnace. see, the basement is the cats' domain. their litterboxes and food and hair and barf and all cat-related atrocities are down there. the fil does not like that so makes great pains to show how much of an effort it is for him to put on his shoes and descend gingerly down the stairs avoiding the hairballs and cat dishes. he acts as if he's walking across a minefield in middle africa. honestly, it's not that bad, but you'd swear he was in upper somalia by the way he navigates the stairs.
he takes it upon himself to maintain our humidifier and furnace. in fact, about 2 weeks ago he was here to change the furnace filter and humidifier pad and then check on our digital thermostat to make sure it was still controlling the humidifier. like i said earlier, he takes great pleasure in donning the shoes, heading to the basement and checking the humidifier to see if it works.
so then he comes up and tinkers and tonkers with my digital thermostat. and then has the nerve to turn to me and criticise MY programs in there and basically suggest that there are too many, that i'm being ridiculous and should re-program my thermostat. that's right, MY thermostat in MY house that fits OUR schedules. but it somehow does not fit the family mold and therefore is mockable and something that needs to get in line.
my good friend once said that my fil is trying to take over the world one house at a time. i dont think she is far off the mark with that one, i really dont.
of course when we got a digital thermostat, the sil had to get one, too. we got a workbench, she had to get one...the list goes on.
anyway, when the fil was here, the mil came along. she is allergic to the cats and makes great protests about the house everytime she crosses the threshold. she doesnt just quietly sniffle into tissues; no, she carries on making that itchy nose face and moving her nose and mouth around as if to indicate she is far too polite to go and get a kleenex, that she is far too genteel to blow her nose, and is too far removed from all out wiping her nose, but is content to sit there and sniff and snivel and turn up her nose and make faces to indicate that i must be the messiest person on the planet. in fact, i'm sure that i should have my place condemned because of the cats. she used to stay here and let me tell you, she would drive me batty. her mere presence stresses me out because naturally the cats and dogs wont leave her alone when she crosses my threshold and that just exacerbates her allergies. and as far as i'm concerned the mil is a very dramatic person so if she thinks she's getting you riled up, she will pour it on so you are more agitated. i'm sure i play right into her kid gloves when she comes here.
she arrived a couple of weeks ago at nine pm after having a pedicure at 2pm...she was still wearing her freaking "sandals" she got from the salon and wouldnt take them off. instead, she just walked onto my carpet after god knows where her feet had been and continued to sit on the couch like a regal throne occupant and sniffed and snivelled while i tried my best to corral the beasts away from her. oh and she is notorious for never taking allergy medication, preferring to "borrow" my medicine each and every time she is in the house.
at the end of the night, my fil suggested that they should stay here, as opposed to always staying with the sil. well, there is NO way the sil would ever allow that, as her parents are her rocks. and quite frankly, i dont want them here...her snivelling and expecting to be entertained and he running around butting into things and bugging me about things i've done without consulting him.
there are times where i wonder how ch turned out to be normal, the antithesis of his parents...and there are times where i completely understand why it is he has a drinking problem.
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