Until recently, I considered my mother-in-law to be an adequate woman. But in just three days that impression has fundamentally changed.
We left our baby son with his grandparents, he’s still a couple of weeks short of a year and a half, just for three days, a hot trip came up, I wanted to relax a little, me – from the household routine, my husband – from the stress of work.
Before handing over our precious mother-in-law, I spent two hours putting together an extensive instruction manual about everything. First of all, I emphasized nutrition and daily routines. Wrote what educational games to engage in, listed the phone number of our pediatrician, pre-agreed with her to come right away if my grandmother called.
In addition, we have provided parents husband and all the necessary things – food for the child, diapers, home medicine cabinet, toys and books.
At sea I was somehow anxious, three days flew by quickly, and here we are returning … We are greeted by some choked-up boy, who is frightened to look around, and the grandmother, when he ran to us immediately shouted: “Walk quietly, or you’ll fall!” In the corner was a bag of the groceries we had brought. Next to it was a bag of books.
I looked at it all perplexedly, and my mother-in-law, reading the question in my eyes, said:
– We decided that we will all eat together!
– What do you mean?
– Yes, that we eat ourselves, let Michael eats, gets used to grown-up food.
– Did you read what I wrote?
– I started, there’s so much…
– What time did you put him to bed during the day?
– Michael didn’t want to, he was playing, and I gave him a cutlet in the afternoon?
– What kind of cutlet?
– Fresh, and we bought some pork, so the cutlets were juicy!
I was just shocked. The baby instead of a nap, he ate meatballs! Then we found out the rest of the nuances. Mother-in-law decided to save diapers (they are so expensive!), so my son was allocated two – in the morning and at night. The fact that the child to carry a full diaper in the evening is heavy, and nahigirinichny, in the calculation did not take into account (then we a week fighting with irritation). Instead of bringing books, mother-in-law entertained Michael with “goat horned” (long since passed), took him by the handle in the center of the room (all corners, and what if he falls?), closed all the windows and the balcony tightly (draft), and before a night’s sleep for two hours persuaded to close his eyes.
A three-day stay at my mother-in-law’s house resulted in a month of hard work to get the baby back to “before grandma. We got back on track, didn’t eat a lot, and then a little more, and we gave up chocolates and candy with a fight. The hardest part was sleeping. Daytime we restored after ten days, and before a night I still make a performance so that the child closed his eyes, though the duration of the show has decreased to half an hour.
I firmly concluded, “Never again!” My husband supported me in this, although he did not, unlike me, tell his mother what he thought.
So, moms, think seven times before you leave your kids with grandmas for a few days!
