Then you're eating well, too!

Beer=pork chop in every can
Wine=fresh fruit
Bloody Mary=fresh veg

You go girl!

again, sister from another mister.

I tend toward eating disorders, too, and my illness has given me several extra pounds. I am walking that fine line between "sensible" and "control freak."

Luckily, DH watches out for me and helps me realize when I might be falling into the trap.

Oh moeilijk (hugs) I would take your DD if I could so you could have a break. Nothing worse and why I am so grateful for having a child minder. In-laws and my parents are useless.

I just find them difficult, very critical and really fake, and I spend a lot of time with them since DD was born. I've arranged things to have less time with them, but now I think I'll cut back more.

See, usually they come to my house on 9am on Wednesday mornings, drink coffee and talk for 40 minutes, then take DD swimming. Then they come back around noon and eat lunch (and talk) and then leave around 2pm. If the talk was more fun that would be ok, or if the lunch could be whatever, that'd be ok. But even though they have said "Oh, we'll eat whatever" it's ALWAYS a big discussion if it's not bread.

Plus I pay for the swimming anyways. It's just for my SIL to have a nice activity with her and to establish a good bond. But now DD goes two 1/2 days per week to the same daycare where SIL works, so that's enough time together. And one of the 1/2 days, MIL picks her up and spends the afternoon with her (4 hours). And another day in the week, I see MIL at the gym and she sees DD when we all sit around afterwards and drink coffee/eat lunch (I mean bread).

So as of the new year, I'm going to pull DD out of swimming and put her into a really nice 3 hours playgroup, much smaller than the daycare with a very different approach to kids (very gentle and engaged, not like typically Dutch everyone in the same mold rules). Then I get some time for myself instead of serving coffee and lunch to people who criticize me all the time. I'm also going to make picking up DD from MIL that one day per week an appointment, not a visit. Starting tomorrow.

The change is substantial for me, less time around them. Too bad for DD, she likes swimming and adores my SIL, but I'm really angry, which doesn't happen so much, and I need to exit. I would be willing for them to do swimming if I drop DD off at 9 and pick her back up at 12, but I am done with the hostess crap.

I'm nervous about it though. I have had 'confrontations' and 'discussions' with them before, and honestly, it goes nowhere, they don't understand and so they can't make any changes. And it's gone on too long so I'm really angry, and it's tough to have a normal conversation with steam coming out of your ears!

I stand corrected. Feels good too.

Hopefully in a couple months Puke will just decide to stop coming so disengagement will be a mute point.

I just love hubby's "O" face! }:)