WTF: Mother-In-Law Edition
Uh, hmmmm. OK.
I opened it.
Inside was a potty training book.
"I think Little Guy is ready to potty train so I thought you could use this book."
Honestly, my first reaction was "Great!" I totally do need to potty train him soon so the book could come in handy.
But then she said, "You know, he's really showing all the signs of being ready for potty training."
Uh, really? And you know this because you spend approximately 2 hours with him a month?
*I didn't say that last part, but I thought it in my head.*
So then later as I got to thinking about my "birthday present" more when I got home, I did start getting a little peeved about the whole thing. But as a good DIL, I said nothing.
Fast forward a few weeks to this weekend...
We left Little Guy at their house while we took a little day trip. MIL requested that we bring the potty seat with us so that she could put him on the potty while we were gone. (Even though we haven't started potty training him yet.)
Unfortunately, I didn't know that MIL had requested the potty seat until my hubby brought it out of the bag when we were already at their house.
Because we were already late dropping him off, I didn't have time to react and I said nothing about the potty seat.
When we came to pick him up a few hours later, I found out that they had "unsuccessfully" tried to get him to go potty.
Apparently, we had the wrong kind of potty seat or something.
Anyway, I have decided that I actually *am* offended by this whole thing, thank you very much.
I mean, who's the parent here? WHO IS THE PARENT?
He's not even 3 years old yet and I don't appreciate the pressure from anyone telling me when to potty train my own child, ya know?
When I told Husband what I thought about the whole situation, he let his mom know that we really didn't want her pushing us on the PT thing. She was "offended" and "hurt" by that.
Hmm. Well, I was offended that she gave me a PT book for my birthday and then completely undermined my parental authority and started trying to potty train my kid
without my consent.
I guess that means we're even.