I got my wisdom teeth pulled yesterday morning by my father-in-law and I am happy to report that there were no angry outbursts, in-law bashing, or rants to share... that I know of. I know you're disappointed.
However, I did go on and on about wanting a milkshake, which is funny to me because the last time I was put on any sort of anesthetic I was in labor and going on and on about wanting a cheeseburger. My unconscious mind must not deviate much from my conscious mind.
I L-O-V-E food!
Since then, I've been pleasantly recuperating at my in-laws house. Except for the puffiness and discomfort, eating chocolate pudding, sleeping all I want, and watching cable (which has long been canceled at our house...) in my pajamas all day is the closest thing I've come to a real vacation in months. Never ever repeat or remind me that I said this, but.... I kind of like it here.
Is that sad or what?
And yes, we opted to leave the tot with my parents for this trip...
We originally planned to bring him along. I envisioned Hubby's parents entertaining and taking care of him while I got some post-op R & R and Hubby did some serious job hunting. No doubt our son would have spent his time indulging in all of the chocolate pudding and Noggin' he could ever want, but at least he could bond with his other grandparents for a change.
All it took was one hesitant phone call from my mother-in-law about "letting me handle what of her fancy knicknacks and delicate breakable should be put away while he's here" to put the kibosh on that idea...
It's not that they didn't want to see her grandson or raised three boys of their own. I just think that they've long forgotten how much two-year-olds like knocking down tall, shiny, toppley objects... and how much work it takes to stop them.
Their house is totally gorgeous, but not one bit kid friendly... not even the "playroom". It's actually a solitary room up a steep flight of stairs where they hide the grandkids' toys, as well as some family portraits and additional fancy knicknacks and delicate breakable that don't have a place on the first floor. No much a playroom, if you ask me.
They mean well, but the last time we visited, my father-in-law set up a train set "for the kids" in there. It had exposed live wires and fragile little hand-painted pieces. He kept saying, "Don't touch" and "Be careful" that I eventually just had to keep my son away from there entirely.
My sister-in-laws and I have tried to give then little nudges about baby-proofing, but with absolutely no success what so ever. We're not asking for much- just a baby gate or two, some doorknob covers, and few cabinet locks. It's just so exhausting to spend our entire visit tracking my son's every move and apologizing for it later, that we just don't visit much.
My parents were just as stubborn about baby-proofing too, but eventually came around when they realized it would give them more stress-free visits with the boy. They positively JUMPED at the opportunity to keep our son for these few days, even going as far as telling me to "take as much time as I need to recover" in spite of having to take time off work.
I know it's unrealistic to expect all grandparents to be created equal, but when my mother-in-law made a comment about how it was "such a good idea" to have my parents watch my son while we're here, it made me a little sad.
However, I did go on and on about wanting a milkshake, which is funny to me because the last time I was put on any sort of anesthetic I was in labor and going on and on about wanting a cheeseburger. My unconscious mind must not deviate much from my conscious mind.
I L-O-V-E food!
Since then, I've been pleasantly recuperating at my in-laws house. Except for the puffiness and discomfort, eating chocolate pudding, sleeping all I want, and watching cable (which has long been canceled at our house...) in my pajamas all day is the closest thing I've come to a real vacation in months. Never ever repeat or remind me that I said this, but.... I kind of like it here.
Is that sad or what?
And yes, we opted to leave the tot with my parents for this trip...
We originally planned to bring him along. I envisioned Hubby's parents entertaining and taking care of him while I got some post-op R & R and Hubby did some serious job hunting. No doubt our son would have spent his time indulging in all of the chocolate pudding and Noggin' he could ever want, but at least he could bond with his other grandparents for a change.
All it took was one hesitant phone call from my mother-in-law about "letting me handle what of her fancy knicknacks and delicate breakable should be put away while he's here" to put the kibosh on that idea...
It's not that they didn't want to see her grandson or raised three boys of their own. I just think that they've long forgotten how much two-year-olds like knocking down tall, shiny, toppley objects... and how much work it takes to stop them.
Their house is totally gorgeous, but not one bit kid friendly... not even the "playroom". It's actually a solitary room up a steep flight of stairs where they hide the grandkids' toys, as well as some family portraits and additional fancy knicknacks and delicate breakable that don't have a place on the first floor. No much a playroom, if you ask me.
They mean well, but the last time we visited, my father-in-law set up a train set "for the kids" in there. It had exposed live wires and fragile little hand-painted pieces. He kept saying, "Don't touch" and "Be careful" that I eventually just had to keep my son away from there entirely.
My sister-in-laws and I have tried to give then little nudges about baby-proofing, but with absolutely no success what so ever. We're not asking for much- just a baby gate or two, some doorknob covers, and few cabinet locks. It's just so exhausting to spend our entire visit tracking my son's every move and apologizing for it later, that we just don't visit much.
My parents were just as stubborn about baby-proofing too, but eventually came around when they realized it would give them more stress-free visits with the boy. They positively JUMPED at the opportunity to keep our son for these few days, even going as far as telling me to "take as much time as I need to recover" in spite of having to take time off work.
I know it's unrealistic to expect all grandparents to be created equal, but when my mother-in-law made a comment about how it was "such a good idea" to have my parents watch my son while we're here, it made me a little sad.
8 comments:
I feel your pain in the grand parenting department see my post http://whalenmom.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-grandma-or-not-to-be-grandma.html (sorry I haven't figured out how to add a links to comments) my mom too did not baby proof the house and said they needed to learn boundaries, I don't go over there because it is exhausting since I always seem to say stop don't touch that, or put that down. Hope you are enjoying your rest!
Oh, I am so sad at that last comment. UGH.
Glad you got things accomplished without saying non-food-related-items-under-gas.
Rest easy. Good luck to hubby.
I hope your enjoy your rest. Crazy how recovery can be a vacation for a mom.
Oh, I am SO sorry! I understand about wanting certain family members to "step up to the plate" in certain parts of a child's life.
However, the awkward part is ASKING for help/invovlement. Then I always wonder if the following actions are genuine or not.
Heal well, avoid the dreaded dry socket!
Hope you recover quickly. That is a terribly sad comment by them. Their loss.
How frustrating! Can you push them into some child safety responsibility by sending them some statisitics? A new report just came out on the accidental injury death rate of children: http://www.usa.safekids.org/. You could also "encourage" them to review some safety tips: http://www.kidsafeinc.com/category/child_safety_tips.
My in-laws have these scary death stairs that REALLY could use a security gate.
Never happens.
And feel better! :)
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