You know what they say- opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. I believe unless asked, you should NEVER give your opinion on something and even then, you should probably not say what you are truly thinking unless you really know the person and know they won’t be offended.
My Mother in Law on the other hand, well… she thinks that her opinion is the ONLY opinion that matters. And everyone within a five mile radius should hear it. And not just hear it, abide by it. Most of the time I can just ignore it, or brush it off to her just being her. Or blog about like HERE and HERE! But tonight she took it too far.
We were waiting on Devin’s preschool Christmas program to begin and making small talk with her and my Father in Law. I mentioned that Makenzie will be starting in the two year old class beginning in January. My Mother in Law then tells me that Makenzie is too young to go to preschool and that she had no business going. Then she leans into Makenzie’s ear and says “if you were mine, you’d be at home with me. Your Mother should keep you at home- you are a baby!” It was all I could do not to punch her in the face tell her to shut the hell up. I just politely looked at her and said that Dave and I had made the decision and are happy about it. She didn’t take that and get the point that she should stop talking, she went on and on about how we should be scolded for sending a “baby” to preschool- especially when I didn’t work. Thank God the program started or I might would have body slammed her to the floor and beaten her repeatedly asked her to leave .
So after the program there was a cookie social. Lucky me, she just HAD to stay for that as well. Nothing like pissing on your good time twice in one night. David was trying to make small talk with them so she would shut up about the whole Makenzie going to preschool thing- he mentioned that we were in the process of having our house painted. Then he mentioned the color: a burnt orange. I’m not kidding you… the scowl the woman got on her face made her look like f*ing Freddy Kreuger. She then starts in with all her opinions on my choice of paint color. It began with an “ewww- that must clash with all your other colors” and then led to a “I’d make them repaint it”. And many other disses in between, basically meaning I must have no taste and how dare I pick a non neutral color that she approves of. That was it for me. I honestly could take NO more opinions from her. I scowled back at her and said- “all of my wall colors are in the fall color family and so is the new color- it’s fine”. Then I walked off before I beheaded her with the lens cap of my camera. Hey… it could happen. Trust me- it did in my mind.
She makes me so mad. She seriously rattles me to the core. I don’t know why I let her get to me like that, but I simply can’t help it. She is so loud with her opinions and so blatant about how she is obviously RIGHT all the time- I dread being around her. What makes her think everyone wants to hear her opinions ALL the time? And who the hell does she think she is telling me how to raise my kids and even what color to paint my walls?
She needs to get a life and get out of mine. Or at least the details of mine. I welcome her to be in my life as my kids Nana- but that is where it stops. I don’t care what her opinions are on anything. She can keep them to herself. Oh wait. She can’t.
And she’s coming to Makenzie’s party on Saturday. God help me. I can’t wait to hear what she thinks of the paint color when she sees it in person. Oh and when Makenzie opens the ladybug backpack we bought for her to take to school next month. I’m sure tonight will repeat itself all over again on my baby’s 2nd birthday.
Do me a favor. If you happen to be at Makenzie’s birthday party this Saturday- please tell my evil, opinionated, bitch of a Mother in Law to STFU! Oh yeah… and a stick your opinion where the sun don’t shine wouldn’t hurt either…






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