forceâ€. I look at him for a few minutes incredulouslyâ€¦â€¦.â€¦â€¦.before I burst out laughing.Â Ah well, at least the tension is gone and tomorrow is Friday!
Thatâ€™s one of the difficult things about miscarriage, people deal with it differently and it can be hard for the person looking in to know what to do and for the person going through it to know if their reaction is â€œappropriateâ€ almost.Â There is no right or wrong way to feel.Â There is only the way you do feel.
Â From differing opinions on childrenâ€™s discipline, family size, insistence that the grandchildren bear not even a passing resemblance to their mother (well except maybe for their feet and even at that only maybe) to out and out mud slinging, it seems everyone has a tale to tell about their
partnerâ€™s mother.Â For some people itâ€™s a bit more than a passing annoyance and they may never be bosom buddies but for others, mother in law difficulties can be enough to put a real strain on the family. I have laughed at some of the stories my friends have told when we have got together and cringed at some of the others.
Not everyone seems as bothered as I am when I hear of some of the more difficult situations but I think that might be because of my tendency to personalise things. While one particular friend shrugs off her relationship with her mother in law as a lost cause, I imagine a â€œwhat ifâ€ situation for myself in the future.
Although in all likelihood my opportunity to be a mother in law is many years away I have decided on a new motto for the future â€œkeep your enemies close, keep your daughters in law closerâ€! Forward planning and all that
The smallies are delighted to see me, thereâ€™s a mountain of breakfast dishes and the older kids come home, forgetting Iâ€™ve been to work at all, with their homework and after school activities to be fit in.
It has become quite the standing joke with the older kids in our house at this stage, while the younger ones remain oblivious to his claims. Iâ€™ve no idea where he got the idea from but heâ€™s happy enough to argue the point with his Gran, who in her loyalty to my other children tries regularly to convince him that I donâ€™t in fact have a favourite. He wonâ€™t entertain the notion, however, and remains confident that he holds the most privileged position in my affections.