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The Nana Chronicles
My MIL is visiting again. She comes twice per year and stays for 3-4 weeks. It’s hard. Real hard. I can’t write about it on my own blog because I can’t risk the wrong person seeing it. So I write here, anonymously, because keeping this stuff in would surely be bad for my health.
These are the Nana Chronicles. In these chronicles, my 4-year-old son will be referred to as ds (dear son), my nearly 2-year-old daughter as dd (dear daughter), and my husband as dh (dear husband).
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Why are all the dolls naked? Because freaking Nana is undressing them. What the fuck? Like a child she can get the clothes off, but not back on.
Where to put the rest of the cake, the plate of cookies? Uncovered in the dish cabinet of course. There is food in all the cabinets.
At dinner after a day of digging in dirt, comparing the shrimp to the grubs & the noodles to the worms we saw is gross. Are you a 4 yo boy?
The floor is not where dirty diapers go.
I can’t go near the kitchen. Things are happening with raw chicken, hands, my sponge and my counters. I am not ok with those things.
When Nana comes, I stock up on replacement sponges. It’s not ok to clean the exterior window sills – as in OUTSIDE – with my dish sponge.
At night, I sneak downstairs & spray down the kitchen. Nana handles raw chicken & thinks nothing of touching everything w/ unwashed hands.
I swear I’m not a clean freak. If you ever saw my house you’d know that. But raw chicken and handing dd a sippy cup just don’t mix.
Ds, who rides his bike daily, doesn’t want to ride again til Nana leaves cuz she made him feel bad for crying after falling. Deep breaths.
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After catching up with “The Nana Chronicles”, I just want to hug Anonymous Blogger. I cannot say that I know what you’re going through, because my MIL is deceased, but I completely understand. I have a SIL who visits frequently during the year with her 2 dogs (1 of which has a habit of holding his poop until he comes back inside & then shits in the floor).
Anyways . . . hang in there Anonymous!!!
I’m literally on the edge of my seat. Will Nana get clubbed to death with a raw chicken?! Will she?
Awesome. LOL.
Oh, Anonymous Guest Blogger. You poor, poor thing. Perhaps you and the kids need to take a day trip to The Big City so Nana and dh can have some quality time? Hmmmmm?
If I was actually good at advice? I would have suggested this at part 1. GREAT idea.
Wouldn’t it be best for Nana to spend as much time as possible with her grandkids? That means I need to go to The Big City ALONE leaving dh and kids for QT with Nana. This is what I’ll dream about when I doze off in a drunken stupor later…
Oh honey. Just started with part 1 and am reading straight through, but the sponges and the raw chicken? Couldn’t let that go without a comment. Two of my most terrifying pet peeves ever. Just reading that makes me need to go wash my hands.
I’m so sorry… but glad you found a safe place to vent.
I once had brunch at a friends’ house and after we’d finished her partner put the remaining food-on-plates directly into the plates cabinet. So weird.
Am I weird, considering I like both clean plates AND clean food?