<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003</id><updated>2024-10-06T23:59:44.885-06:00</updated><category term="employment"/><category term="wages"/><category term="etsy"/><category term="HR"/><category term="employers"/><category term="job"/><category term="work"/><category term="addiction"/><category term="bad behavior"/><category term="job hunting"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="Bible"/><category term="Wendy"/><category term="becky"/><category term="boss"/><category term="brain"/><category term="decisions"/><category term="grammar"/><category 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term="preparation"/><category term="pride"/><category term="printer"/><category term="prison"/><category term="profiling"/><category term="protection"/><category term="pueblo"/><category term="pueblo goodwill industries"/><category term="purity"/><category term="purpose"/><category term="queen"/><category term="raise"/><category term="ranching"/><category term="reality"/><category term="reap what you sow"/><category term="reasonable"/><category term="recommendation"/><category term="reindeer in crosshairs"/><category term="rejection"/><category term="report"/><category term="repossession"/><category term="request"/><category term="responsibility"/><category term="restaurant"/><category term="resurrection"/><category term="retarded"/><category term="running of the bulls"/><category term="salad"/><category term="scolding"/><category term="selfish"/><category term="selfishness"/><category term="sense"/><category term="series of unfortunate events"/><category term="set a good example"/><category term="shady business practice"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="sleeping"/><category term="slumber"/><category term="snarky"/><category term="song"/><category term="spain"/><category term="speak up"/><category term="spending"/><category term="staging a walkout"/><category term="stagnating"/><category term="standards"/><category term="stingy mom"/><category term="stingy mother"/><category term="story"/><category term="strategy"/><category term="stylist"/><category term="superiors"/><category term="sympathy"/><category term="tattoo"/><category term="technology"/><category term="tension"/><category term="term"/><category term="terminations"/><category term="terminology"/><category term="testing"/><category term="theft"/><category term="threat"/><category term="time off"/><category term="timeclock"/><category term="timid"/><category term="tip"/><category term="to tattoo or not"/><category term="tobacco"/><category term="tolerance"/><category term="travel expenses"/><category term="trevor"/><category term="truth"/><category term="under the bus"/><category term="underserved praise"/><category term="unfair"/><category term="unnerving"/><category term="use pickle juice"/><category term="utilities"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="vegetables"/><category term="virginity"/><category term="vocabulary"/><category term="wait"/><category term="walking off the job"/><category term="waterbed"/><category term="wealth"/><category term="wedding dress"/><category term="weeds"/><category term="weight loss"/><category term="what to do with pickle juice"/><category term="what women want"/><category term="who compiled the Bible"/><category term="witness"/><category term="words"/><category term="work relationships"/><category term="workplace politics"/><title type='text'>Outrage Is My Favorite Emotion</title><subtitle type='html'>Baring my soul about the everyday things that disturb, perplex, confuse.   I crave things that make sense, but find an overwhelming deficiency in my world.  This is really my self-guide to creating order amidst chaos and developing a sense of humor about events and behaviors that shock and outrage my sensible nature.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-2436812340056383049</id><published>2015-05-08T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-05-08T15:08:00.235-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="in-laws"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jury duty"/><title type='text'>Nosy Rosy</title><content type='html'>I work outside of the home one morning per week. &amp;nbsp;My sister-in-law and my mother-in-law come to my home to babysit. &amp;nbsp;My elderly mother-in-law is very loving, but has antiquated ideas of childcare and horrible judgement in general. &amp;nbsp;My sister-in-law is stable, steady, trustworthy and has worked in daycare for years. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve made it clear that sis-in-law is solely accountable for my son&#39;s care, but to spare my mother-in-law&#39;s feelings we&#39;ve let her believe that she is the primary care-taker. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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Well, my sister-in-law and I had a falling out. &amp;nbsp;She refused to babysit for me until the matter was cleared up and there were no more hard feelings. &amp;nbsp;That left me without a trusted babysitter, but mother-in-law was totally expecting to sit for me alone. &amp;nbsp;Well, we were able to have an uncle watch the baby once since it was his day off. &amp;nbsp;We sold her on the idea that he had been wanting to take a turn. &amp;nbsp;I was confident that the matter with my sister-in-law could be smoothed over relatively quickly, so I didn&#39;t want to come clean and alienate another family member. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But, then I had to appear for jury duty and my sister-in-law was still refusing to speak to me. &amp;nbsp;I was careful not to let anyone know about jury duty lest my mom-in-law offer to babysit. &amp;nbsp;I got another relative to babysit and my jury service only lasted for a single morning.&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, my sister-in-law announced that she was ready for my apology. &amp;nbsp;So, I met with her and we patched things up and ended the conversation visiting about life. &amp;nbsp;She asked how jury duty had been for me, since her husband had appeared for jury duty on the same morning. &amp;nbsp;He and I had seen each other, but were separated for different trials. &amp;nbsp;The question seemed like innocent conversation, until the follow-up question was &quot;Who is babysitting for you when you work next week?&quot; &amp;nbsp;She was volunteering in part, but also fishing to find out who had watched my son during jury duty. &amp;nbsp;I just asked her to babysit and didn&#39;t give up any more information.&lt;/div&gt;
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The next day, my mother-in-law asked how my jury duty had gone. &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Fine.&quot; &amp;nbsp;But I was angry that my sister-in-law had obviously been talking to her mother--probably about our fight and our reconciliation for her to know about my very recent business of jury duty. &amp;nbsp;She asked another question or two, but I kept answering with single words. &amp;nbsp;She was running out of innocent questions, but wasn&#39;t ready to give up looking for information. &amp;nbsp;So, she asked, &quot;What was your juror number?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Please explain to me what would be of interest to someone after jury duty was completed what my juror number had been? &amp;nbsp;How desperate was she for information? &amp;nbsp;And why not just ask &quot;who watched my grandson while you were at jury duty?&quot; &amp;nbsp;They&#39;re determined to find out--without appearing nosy. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m determined not to tell.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not sure how long this peace will last...&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2436812340056383049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/05/nosy-rosy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/2436812340056383049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/2436812340056383049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/05/nosy-rosy.html' title='Nosy Rosy'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-827549755851668464</id><published>2015-04-14T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-04-14T11:21:00.513-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="employment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human resources challenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i quit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="staging a walkout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walking off the job"/><title type='text'>A Walkout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
After being given the official title of Human Resources Manager at my workplace, I started talking with individual employees. &amp;nbsp;The new owner has been running things for over a year now, so there have been a lot of ups and downs that the team has had to ride out. &amp;nbsp;The team is a good one, and the teamwork is building very well. &amp;nbsp;So, I expected employee engagement to be on the rise. &amp;nbsp;I expected some complaints, suggestions for improvement, and challenges to face. &amp;nbsp;But what I found was a very dissatisfied lot! &amp;nbsp;The entire team was on the verge of staging a walkout! &lt;br /&gt;
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I work from home, so I decided to spend a few hours in the shop to see how their work conditions really were. &amp;nbsp;I witnessed the boss have a melt-down when his employee left for lunch. &amp;nbsp;I saw that all of the employees were very disgusted by his reaction. &amp;nbsp;So, I asked him to explain to me what the issue was. &amp;nbsp;He said, &quot;Gerald just left us high and dry!&quot; &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Where did he go?&quot; &amp;nbsp;He said, &quot;I don&#39;t know, that&#39;s the problem. &amp;nbsp;He just disappears on us!&quot; &amp;nbsp;I asked the receptionist if she knew where he had gone. &amp;nbsp;&quot;To lunch, I think.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I asked her to confirm whether he had clocked out or not. &amp;nbsp;She said he had. &amp;nbsp;The I asked the boss when Gerald was supposed to go to lunch. &amp;nbsp;&quot;He&#39;s supposed to go at 11:30&quot; &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Well, since it is 12:30 I suppose he was getting rather hungry. &amp;nbsp;But why didn&#39;t he go at 11:30?&quot; I already knew the answer was that Gerald had been waiting on the boss to return to cover the front sales counter and the boss had been late. &amp;nbsp;Further, when the boss arrived, he did not relieve Gerald, but hid in the back to avoid me (I had an 11am appointment with the boss which appointment he had missed and apparently did not intend to hold even though I had stuck around). &amp;nbsp;The boss claimed not to know why Gerald hadn&#39;t gone to lunch at his usual time, but emphasized that the problem lie in leaving his post with no one watching the front counter. &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Well, he did take care of all of the waiting customers before taking his leave. &amp;nbsp;And he did clock out. &amp;nbsp;And he is allowed a lunch break. &amp;nbsp;And the receptionist is keeping an eye out for customers, so I still don&#39;t see the problem.&quot; &amp;nbsp;The boss said, &quot;Well, why does it have to be a big mystery?!?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;When he asked you if you&#39;d like to have him bring you some lunch, that didn&#39;t tip you off to his plans? &amp;nbsp;That would have been the right time to say, &#39;I need you to delay your lunch until I&#39;ve finished with ____&#39;.&quot; &amp;nbsp;(The boss didn&#39;t realize that I had been privy to that conversation.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I spoke to our technician. &amp;nbsp;He was upset because the boss would hardly speak to him and when he had cornered the boss to find out why, he had been told that he was working too slowly. &amp;nbsp;But the job he was just hired to do is one that takes a year to learn and after 3 days of training, he&#39;d been left on his own to just &quot;figure it out, that&#39;s what I&#39;m paying you for.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Poor guy has been having to read the instruction sheets to install parts--and you know the instructions were written in Chinese and translated into English by a German. &amp;nbsp;Gee, I wonder why he&#39;s so slow--duh! &amp;nbsp;And the installation that was &quot;taking too long&quot; was done perfectly and the customer left us extremely happy with his purchase. &amp;nbsp;And I checked with our sales manager who used to be our head installer and he confirmed that the project was a difficult one if you&#39;d never installed that part before. &amp;nbsp;So, again, what is the problem? &amp;nbsp;Or rather--who is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;
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After speaking to the others, I realized that they all loved their jobs, loved the work and the customers and coworkers, the hours and even the low pay were satisfactory. &amp;nbsp;But the treatment they--and at times even customers--received by the owner was unbearable. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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A customer had witnessed one of the boss&#39;s fits and overheard bits of the team&#39;s subsequent conference attempting to meet his unreasonable demands with the least inconvenience to clients. &amp;nbsp;They devised a game plan and went their separate ways to tackle their respective assignments. &amp;nbsp;The receptionist noticed the customer&#39;s inquisitive gaze and apologized for the scene. &amp;nbsp;He said that as a manager of grocery store for 15 years, the only option the employees had was to wait for the busiest time of day and walk off the job, leaving the fallout to their unappreciative boss. &amp;nbsp;He had no idea how many times that suggestion had been entertained between the staff!&lt;br /&gt;
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I begged them all to allow me time to address the issue with the boss, before they took such a drastic step. &amp;nbsp;So, I have my work cut out for me!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/827549755851668464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-walkout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/827549755851668464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/827549755851668464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-walkout.html' title='A Walkout'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-205480111792536402</id><published>2015-04-06T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-04-06T22:37:57.815-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="it&#39;s permanent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tattoo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="to tattoo or not"/><title type='text'>Tattoo Taste</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m cool with marking your body with ink. &amp;nbsp;I just don&#39;t like when it looks like a dozen artists took turns doodling on you. &amp;nbsp;It is odd to me when one person has a Snoopy cartoon character on one shoulder, an enormous apocalyptic skull on their back, barbed wire around a finger, a delicate fairy on their ankle, and Chinese characters on their butt! &amp;nbsp;If you&#39;re going to commit to permanently marking your body, pick a genre, style, and stick to it for life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone should have to visit a water park before deciding whether or not to tattoo. &amp;nbsp;Tattoos do not age well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I considered getting a tattoo above my navel once, but a coworker told me of her daughter&#39;s cute little mushroom she had on her hip. &amp;nbsp;After the girl had a baby, the mushroom looked like a one-legged centipede! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/205480111792536402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/tattoo-taste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/205480111792536402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/205480111792536402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/tattoo-taste.html' title='Tattoo Taste'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-841551606947427293</id><published>2015-04-03T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-04-03T10:05:00.338-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby shower drama"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother-in-law drama"/><title type='text'>A Generous Cheapskate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
My mother-in-law has a reputation for being a generous person--someone who would really give you the clothes off her back. &amp;nbsp;How she got this reputation is something of a mystery. &lt;br /&gt;
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A year and a half ago, she wanted to throw me a baby shower. &amp;nbsp;My sister had already volunteered, so I asked her to assist my sister instead of doing a party of her own. &amp;nbsp;She never contacted my sister, but badgered me about the details of the party questioning whether my sister&#39;s home was big enough to accommodate all of my mother-in-law&#39;s guest list and suggesting that we allow her to rent a hall. &amp;nbsp;I thought the offer was rather generous, but suspected that this was just her way of taking over my sister&#39;s shower. Well, my sister ended up losing her job and her home, so she asked if my mother-in-law could do it. &amp;nbsp;I expected my mother-in-law to be elated by my sister&#39;s bad fortune since it meant she would have her own way regarding the shower.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her first response was as I&#39;d expected. &amp;nbsp;She planned to book a hall that she&#39;d rented on several occasions for dances of various kinds. &amp;nbsp;She would not include my sister in any of the plans, but we gave her all of the materials we&#39;d accumulated in preparation for the shower including the guest list. &amp;nbsp;After a few days, my mother-in-law informed me that she would not be able to host a shower for my side of the family. &amp;nbsp;I was puzzled because the hall she&#39;d spoken of renting would easily hold over 300 people. &amp;nbsp;Her response was that she couldn&#39;t be expected to rent a hall when she could use her own house if she limited the guests to her own family. &amp;nbsp;Then, she played the fixed income card. &amp;nbsp;(Admittedly, she is on a fixed income, but it is a generous fixed income--about twice what my family of 3 lives on and she has virtually no expenses.)&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband and I rented a hall of our own liking and had a beautiful shower at our own expense which my mother-in-law did not attend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, my sister-in-law is pregnant. &amp;nbsp;And our mother-in-law wanted to take over the shower planned by the other side of the family. &amp;nbsp;Sister-in-law thought it would be better if both grandmas-to-be did their own parties separately. &amp;nbsp;So, our mother-in-law planned to invite her friends and family to a buffet-style restaurant for the shower. &amp;nbsp;This way, she would avoid incurring any expense of food or renting a hall. &amp;nbsp;The invitations were to include the price of buffet and tip. &amp;nbsp;She asked me to print up the invitations so she could send them out immediately. &amp;nbsp;I asked whether she had cleared the plans with the mother-to-be and she said she&#39;d been told to do whatever she wanted. &amp;nbsp;I thought that was a rather defensive response, but I pressed a little more because I knew my sister-in-law would think it very tacky to ask guests to bring gifts and pay for their own meal. &amp;nbsp;Judiciously, I said, &quot;Well, at least clear the date and time with her. &amp;nbsp;You don&#39;t want to plan a shower and then have the guest of honor unable to attend!&quot; &amp;nbsp;She agreed to do as much, but insisted that I go ahead and finish printing the invitations. &amp;nbsp;I refused more firmly. &amp;nbsp;So, she said that she would talk to her on the way home. &amp;nbsp;In about 20 minutes I received a text to go ahead and print. &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t believe that the matter could have been ironed out in such a short time, so I called my sister-in-law to be sure. &amp;nbsp;She was shocked and angry because the entire conversation she&#39;d just had with our mother-in-law was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Hey, what are you doing Saturday, the 28th?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I don&#39;t know; I don&#39;t think we have any plans.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Okay.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
A huge family argument resulted with everyone coming to the defense of one party or the other and after several days of not speaking and a few apologies, a new plan came together. &amp;nbsp;A family friend with an enormous house hosted the party, did all of the decorations, and most of the food. &amp;nbsp;Our mother-in-law attended this shower as it&#39;s nominal hostess, but did not speak one word to her daughter-in-law, except &quot;oh, you&#39;re here&quot; as a greeting. &amp;nbsp;The lady of the house even did the games and prizes.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few of months later (delayed due to a house fire), my sister-in-laws mother held her shower. &amp;nbsp;My mother-in-law saw my invitation to it and asked if I planned to attend. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Of course! &amp;nbsp;I wouldn&#39;t miss it for anything!&quot; &amp;nbsp;She asked if I knew why she was having another shower--as if to say,&quot;wasn&#39;t the shower I threw good enough for her?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Well you don&#39;t suppose her mom would cancel her shower just because of a little kitchen fire do you? &amp;nbsp;The remodel will be finished in time.&quot; &amp;nbsp;(I was gifting her a kinder motive because I wanted her to know what she ought to be concerned about). &amp;nbsp;Then she asked if I planned to bring another gift. &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Well, I&#39;m sure it is optional, but I picked up a little something for baby.&quot; &amp;nbsp;She seemed to be insinuating that she&#39;d spent enough on the unborn child already, but she couldn&#39;t have spent much since she managed to have someone else foot the bill for the party she had thrown. &amp;nbsp;Then she asked whether I&#39;d be bringing my baby. &amp;nbsp;In that moment I decided to leave him with my mother, because it seemed she was going to volunteer to keep him instead of attending the shower or perhaps monopolize him at the shower as an excuse not to participate.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, my mother-in-law attended (she was the last one to arrive, and one of the first to leave), but spoke to no one besides her son who did the cooking for the females. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t see whether or not she brought a gift, but I never saw her make her way to the gift table either.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our mother-in-law is also planning to have a show-off party for the women in her family, and she has asked her brother if she could use his house for the party and whether he would be willing to barbecue for them. &amp;nbsp;If he agrees, she&#39;ll get to host yet &lt;i&gt;another &lt;/i&gt;party without going to any personal expense. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/841551606947427293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-generous-cheapskate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/841551606947427293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/841551606947427293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-generous-cheapskate.html' title='A Generous Cheapskate'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-4489366327649022237</id><published>2015-04-01T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-04-01T08:53:34.013-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="business coaching"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="leadership"/><title type='text'>&quot;They Won&#39;t Let Me Lead&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
For the past year, I&#39;ve been coaching the new owner of the business I worked for before my son was born. &amp;nbsp;He is a young man of about 25. &amp;nbsp;He is very charming and well-spoken, but very inexperienced when it comes to running a business. &amp;nbsp;This lack of experience is a real challenge because his leadership skills are so weak. &amp;nbsp;When he is disappointed in an employee&#39;s performance, he pouts or stomps around huffing angrily, but refuses to confront the employee or the issue. &amp;nbsp;He is always wanting me to mention these offenses at staff meetings. &amp;nbsp;I explained to him that while bringing up the topic in a general way at a staff meeting has value, it doesn&#39;t usually cure the problem. &amp;nbsp;He needs to follow up with individual conversations and disciplinary actions for repeated offenses. &amp;nbsp;When I first broached the subject of leadership, his response was, &quot;I &lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;to lead, but they won&#39;t &lt;i&gt;let &lt;/i&gt;me.&quot;&lt;div&gt;
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I had to bite my tongue to keep from snorting or laughing out loud! &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t think there was ever a leader who needed permission from those being led to lead. &amp;nbsp;Besides, submitting to be employed is permission enough. &amp;nbsp;A good leader will be followed.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/4489366327649022237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/they-wont-let-me-lead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/4489366327649022237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/4489366327649022237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/04/they-wont-let-me-lead.html' title='&quot;They Won&#39;t Let Me Lead&quot;'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-6858592479606057290</id><published>2015-01-13T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-01-13T14:32:52.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing, Shoving, and Posturing</title><content type='html'>My husband&#39;s brother&#39;s wife is having a baby girl! &amp;nbsp;My 11 month old son will probably be an only child, so this news really takes some worry off my mind. &amp;nbsp;Having someone so close to his age, so nearby, whose parents I&#39;m already close to is great!&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister-in-law is well aware of the challenges I&#39;ve faced with our mother-in-law regarding my son. &amp;nbsp;And she has a shaky relationship with the woman to begin with. &amp;nbsp;Now, with a baby of her own on the way, she&#39;s really feeling the pressure. &amp;nbsp;And our mother-in-law and her daughter are already trying to solicit promises of access to the baby. &amp;nbsp;I told her, &quot;I hope I&#39;ve paved the way for you, but I may have set you up for disaster because I&#39;ve made so many compromises.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Her response was, &quot;Well, let&#39;s just say you&#39;re nicer that I will be.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Yikes! &amp;nbsp;Then she said they start every conversation with &quot;Well, she [meaning me] let&#39;s us take him for a photo shoot every month.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Which is true. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Well, she [meaning me] let&#39;s us visit as often as we want.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Which is false. &amp;nbsp;And besides, she&#39;s not under obligation to do what I do, much less what they &lt;i&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, she decided to head things off early by having a sit-down to discuss some boundaries. &amp;nbsp;Her first and foremost concern was the unannounced visits and the frequency of visits. &amp;nbsp;Mother-in-law lives 2 blocks down from her and popping in without phoning first has been an ongoing issue since she married into the family. &amp;nbsp;Tearfully, mom-in-law (always playing the victim) agreed to it, claiming that she always calls me first.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two days later she pops in unannounced at 8am (early for a visit since sister-in-law is known to be a night owl). &amp;nbsp;And, a first for her, pushed her way into the door and went through several rooms as if she was looking for something/someone. &amp;nbsp;Well, sister-in-law was babysitting my son. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, mother-in-law had found out and had to see it for herself. &amp;nbsp;She was furious because she had not been asked to watch him despite her frequent offers to take him. &amp;nbsp;Her lame excuse for stopping by was that she didn&#39;t know how to type in the wifi password on her tablet (something she has done for herself daily for a year). &lt;br /&gt;
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This does not bode well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6858592479606057290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/01/pushing-shoving-and-posturing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/6858592479606057290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/6858592479606057290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2015/01/pushing-shoving-and-posturing.html' title='Pushing, Shoving, and Posturing'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-2729896894960835318</id><published>2014-10-24T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-10-24T13:00:02.398-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cold hands"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motherinlaw"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stingy mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stingy mother"/><title type='text'>Cold Hands, Warm Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law is very possessive with my 8 month old son. &amp;nbsp;Our family gatherings are very frequent and he is the focus of everyone&#39;s attention, but she finds ways to get him alone. &amp;nbsp;She will use a diaper change to excuse him from the festivities and disappear into a back room, or she&#39;ll whisk him away down another path when we&#39;re on an outing. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t mind her having time with him one on one, but we want him to socialize with the group when appropriate. &amp;nbsp;And on occasion, she has fed him baby food so that she would not have to bring him to me when I was ready to breastfeed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, we went to a restaurant last night with several members of our extended family and she tried several of her usual tactics, but my husband was diligent in keeping the baby accessible. &amp;nbsp;She ordered the smallest meal on the menu and finished it in record time so that she could be the first to attend to him while others ate. &amp;nbsp;As I finished my own meal, the baby got a bit restless and reached for me with eager eyes and a smile. &amp;nbsp;He was ready to nurse. &amp;nbsp;As I reached for him, her arms came toward mine. &amp;nbsp;At first, I thought she was spotting him so that he would not fall as he leaned into me, but actually, her hands grabbed mine and she snapped with intolerable venom, &quot;Your hands are cold!&quot; &amp;nbsp;The implication was that I shouldn&#39;t handle my child unless/until my hands were warm. &amp;nbsp;I flashed her a solid eye roll and my sister-in-law broke the tension with a shrill giggle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I find myself feeling very threatened by my mother-in-law. &amp;nbsp;She feeds him so that he won&#39;t want mother&#39;s milk. &amp;nbsp;She prevents him from napping so she doesn&#39;t get bored while babysitting. &amp;nbsp;She positions him so that I&#39;m not in his line of sight. &amp;nbsp;She incessantly requests to take him places--anywhere that I am not. &amp;nbsp;She is showing her disapproval of me as a parent in an unexpectedly daring way. &amp;nbsp;The only comment that has ever gotten back to me through the grapevine is that she feels the need to &#39;toughen him up because I&#39;m raising a sissy.&#39; &amp;nbsp;So, I don&#39;t think that she has any actual, legitimate, serious concerns with my parenting. &amp;nbsp;I think the issue is that I am his mother. &amp;nbsp;My position itself as mother seems to be the apple of discord between us. &amp;nbsp;I find my own jealousy growing, even as I revolt at her jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister-in-law often remarks that my mother-in-law &quot;needs her grandson so much right now.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I think to myself how odd to put the needs of a grown woman on an 8 month old child&#39;s shoulders. &amp;nbsp;His needs are my focus, but they see things differently. &amp;nbsp;My husband supports me outwardly, but I feel that he is conflicted. &amp;nbsp;He wants to share his joy with others, whereas I tend to want it all for myself. &amp;nbsp;I share my son beyond my personal comfort level, and yet I&#39;m known as a stingy mom. &amp;nbsp;How is it that I am being greedy and she is just being a grandma?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2729896894960835318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/10/cold-hands-warm-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/2729896894960835318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/2729896894960835318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/10/cold-hands-warm-thoughts.html' title='Cold Hands, Warm Thoughts'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-9213323073423627673</id><published>2014-10-20T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-10-20T00:24:46.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Door Knob for Baby</title><content type='html'>My well-meaning mother-in-law says the dumbest things sometimes. &amp;nbsp;She was walking my 8 month old son around my living room suggesting items that I ought to buy for him to stimulate his interest or abilities. &amp;nbsp;According to her, he needs a swing, a walker, a jumper, and a myriad of toys. &amp;nbsp;This goes on for hours like a broken record each time she visits. &amp;nbsp;The suggestions are too numerous to be taken seriously, so I try to have a sense of humor about them. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, she makes it REALLY easy to laugh at them. &amp;nbsp;At one point, she walked him past the front door and he reached out to touch the shiny brass door knob. &amp;nbsp;She allowed him to stop there and he spent a minute or two tapping and twisting at the knob. &amp;nbsp;She turned to me and said, &quot;You need to buy him a door knob like this one, because he is fascinated by it.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;He already has one.&quot; &amp;nbsp;She said with wonder, &quot;He does?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;Yes, THAT IS HIS door knob.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/9213323073423627673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/10/door-knob-for-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/9213323073423627673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/9213323073423627673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/10/door-knob-for-baby.html' title='Door Knob for Baby'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-2153108121120835067</id><published>2014-09-24T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-09-24T23:13:01.608-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alzheimer&#39;s"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="care taker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthcare"/><title type='text'>Walk A Mile...</title><content type='html'>I knew an elderly woman who was caring for her husband with Alzheimer&#39;s. &amp;nbsp;She told her grown daughters (who had grandchildren of their own) that she just couldn&#39;t do it anymore and threatened to put him in a home. &amp;nbsp;Her daughter&#39;s were appalled and decided that she just needed a break. &amp;nbsp;They pooled their money and sent her on a fabulous cruise while the youngest and healthiest daughter cared for the Alzheimer&#39;s patient. &amp;nbsp;When the elderly woman returned refreshed, her daughter, exhausted after walking a mile in her mother&#39;s shoes declared that her beloved father did indeed need to be put into a home. &lt;br /&gt;
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He actually had to be moved out of several facilities because he was too difficult even for trained professionals!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/2153108121120835067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/09/walk-mile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/2153108121120835067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/2153108121120835067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/09/walk-mile.html' title='Walk A Mile...'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-1311361548714825077</id><published>2014-08-29T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-08-29T22:55:02.226-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheese with pickle juice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homemade cheese"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="use pickle juice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what to do with pickle juice"/><title type='text'>Make Cheese with Pickle Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;I saw a program on making homemade cheese and it got me interested because I get so much milk from WIC that I can&#39;t drink it all. &amp;nbsp;I watched a couple of tutorials on youtube and gave it a try. I used 1 gallon of fresh 2% milk and then I needed 1/2 cup of something acidic like lemon juice or vinegar. Well, I decided to use the brine from some pickled banana peppers I had left in the fridge. It wasn&#39;t curdling a lot, so I also added a tablespoon of lime juice and that did the trick! It was easy! The cheese came out crumbly and pretty tasty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;It was really good on the fish tacos we made tonight!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/1311361548714825077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/08/make-cheese-with-pickle-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/1311361548714825077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/1311361548714825077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/08/make-cheese-with-pickle-juice.html' title='Make Cheese with Pickle Juice'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-8205239504781689887</id><published>2014-08-14T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-08-14T23:38:27.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusa, and the Look of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A nurse entered my husband&#39;s hospital room and proposed that she ought to give my husband a sponge bath since it was his 3rd day and he could not stand because of a blood clot. She was rather young and attractive, and I thought, &quot;That&#39;s not going to happen--not on my watch.&quot; The wide-eyed nurse took a step back, then took 2 more steps back and said in a panic, &quot;Or, I can just bring you the stuff.&quot; I nodded approvingly at the new solution, and she rushed out of the room. My husband burst out laughing and said, &quot;You should have seen your face!&quot; I never said a word to her, and I wasn&#39;t angry or hostile at any point. I was simply thinking, &quot;No. You&#39;re not going to bathe my husband. Don&#39;t they have any ugly nurses on this floor?&quot; But she was clearly terrified and never came back into the room.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/8205239504781689887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/08/medusa-and-look-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/8205239504781689887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/8205239504781689887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/08/medusa-and-look-of-death.html' title='Medusa, and the Look of Death'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-646136668587347594</id><published>2014-05-29T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-05-29T16:00:01.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Turf, My Terms</title><content type='html'>Giving Mom and newborn Baby time to bond and room to breathe seems to be a universally respected boundary. &amp;nbsp;Breastfeeding extends the courtesy for a while longer. &amp;nbsp;But I&#39;ve noticed that every week that baby ages, relatives get bolder and more determined to interfere with mommy time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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I&#39;ve tried to have an open door policy, allowing friends and relatives to come to my house whenever they can to see the baby. &amp;nbsp;(Prior to having a baby, I rarely had visitors, and was very content to keep my home a private sanctuary.) &amp;nbsp;My mother-in-law is the only such visitor who never calls ahead and the only one who dares to come every day and twice a day when she finds a suitable excuse to do so. &amp;nbsp;I have often thought of refusing to answer the door for her, insist that she call first, or limiting her to bi-weekly visits. &amp;nbsp;But, I don&#39;t know how that would set with my husband who generally views her interference as &quot;helping.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Besides, her visits, though frequent, are generally brief.&lt;/div&gt;
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But I&#39;ve noticed that she is making remarks by telling the baby, &quot;When you get a little older, I&#39;m going to take you away from your momma and buy you a hamburger.&quot; &amp;nbsp;And more unkindly, &quot;If you&#39;re mom will cut the apron strings, you can come home with me.&quot; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, she is very hurt that I won&#39;t let her babysit, and for some reason she has an intense desire to have the baby on her own turf. &amp;nbsp;So, I came up with a plan to take the baby to see her. &amp;nbsp;Her turf; my terms. &amp;nbsp;I asked if we could visit her the following day so that the baby could have a change in scenery. &amp;nbsp;She was overjoyed and said that she would love that and asked me to bring his bathtub so she could bathe him. &amp;nbsp;Her daughter remarked to me how happy Grandma was, but in the course of the conversation, we realized that Grandma was expecting me to take him to her house and leave him there in her care. &amp;nbsp;I have to wonder if she purposely misunderstood me, or if she simply heard what she wanted to hear. &amp;nbsp;At any rate, I was sure that my gesture would end in her disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;
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I planned my escape by making a lunch appointment with a girlfriend so that we would not get stuck at Grandma&#39;s all day and I did not take the bathtub. &amp;nbsp;When it was time to pack things up, my mother-in-law suggested that I leave the baby with her while I enjoyed my luncheon, but I said that the friend was looking forward to seeing baby. &amp;nbsp;She came up with several arguments, but I overcame each objections without raising my voice or seeming irritated. &amp;nbsp;But when it came to the moment where she needed to hand him over to me, she held him close and said, &quot;No. &amp;nbsp;You can&#39;t take him.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I must have looked furious because she made it into a joke and gave him up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to my luncheon with baby and when we returned home, we received a phone call asking if we had gotten home okay (Grandma is a worrier). &amp;nbsp;And in a few minutes, Grandma arrived at the house and said that she hadn&#39;t gotten enough time with her grandson. &amp;nbsp;She stayed for several hours--the longest visit ever. &amp;nbsp;This, I felt, was a real intrusion. &amp;nbsp;I foresee a time when she and I are going to have a physical altercation where we are pulling at two ends of a screaming child and I see no way to avoid it! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do people want to spend time with your baby without you around? &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s not like I hover or supervise their visits. &amp;nbsp;I often take a nap or a shower when relatives come to see the baby. &amp;nbsp;But they keep pressuring me to let them take the baby away from me. &amp;nbsp;And the pressure is building as the baby gets older. &amp;nbsp;As long as I am breast-feeding, I am maintaining control. &amp;nbsp;But I&#39;ll probably wean him in a year or so. &amp;nbsp;Why is the emphasis on TAKING him?&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/646136668587347594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/her-turf-my-terms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/646136668587347594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/646136668587347594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/her-turf-my-terms.html' title='Her Turf, My Terms'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-126678897847601424</id><published>2014-05-26T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-05-26T23:04:00.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-stimulated Baby</title><content type='html'>My brother-in-law came to do a photo-shoot of my 3 month old baby. &amp;nbsp;Auntie and Grandma came along to help pose and entertain the baby. &amp;nbsp;They all played with him rather vigorously and got great photos of smiles and laughter. &amp;nbsp;I was relieved that they got the shots they wanted quickly because they have pushed the baby beyond his tolerance on previous visits. &amp;nbsp;Grandma, though, has the most energetic play style and being wound up herself continued to play, play, play until baby cried. &amp;nbsp;My husband held the baby and attempted to calm him, but Grandma followed them around cooing and tickling him excitedly. &amp;nbsp;When baby&#39;s cries escalated into a steady shrill scream, I took him and left the room to let him settle down. &lt;br /&gt;
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Having raised her children 40 years ago, my mother-in-law believes that it is safe to let babies sleep on their stomachs, eat cow&#39;s milk, and sweat to the point of dehydration. &amp;nbsp;So, I wonder if the idea of children being over-stimulated is a somewhat new thought.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/126678897847601424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/over-stimulated-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/126678897847601424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/126678897847601424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/over-stimulated-baby.html' title='Over-stimulated Baby'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-38203328049669877</id><published>2014-05-24T04:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-05-24T04:00:00.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanket for Baby</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law asked me if she could swaddle my baby in a blanket because his feet were cold. &amp;nbsp;I looked at the thermostat and said, &quot;No, it is 74 degrees in here, but you can put a pair of socks on him if you like.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I started to run the vacuum, and she retreated with baby to his nursery to protect him from the noise. &amp;nbsp;(She thinks that you should never make noise around a baby.) &amp;nbsp;When I had finished, she came out of the nursery with the baby folded inside her winter coat!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/38203328049669877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/blanket-for-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/38203328049669877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/38203328049669877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/blanket-for-baby.html' title='Blanket for Baby'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-6365422440092058805</id><published>2014-05-21T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2014-05-21T13:39:00.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing A Sitter</title><content type='html'>I decided to return to work one day per week when baby turned 3 months. &amp;nbsp;My sister-in-law has worked at a daycare facility, loves children, and is currently unemployed, so she seemed the natural choice for baby sitter. &amp;nbsp;She agreed to do it, happy to have a new opportunity to spend another day per week with her nephew. &amp;nbsp;We were finalizing our plans the day before I returned to work. &amp;nbsp;My mother-in-law happened to be present at the time and started yelling, &quot;Why didn&#39;t you ask ME to watch him? &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m the one who has been asking to take him! &amp;nbsp;What, am I too OLD to take him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not used to seeing her snap. &amp;nbsp;It is new behavior that started when her grandson was born. &amp;nbsp;I just looked at her like she was crazy and said, &quot;It is already arranged.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She is nearly 70 years old, but the real reasons that I didn&#39;t ask her to sit for me is that she panics in serious situations, she disagrees with me on many child care issues and insists on doing things her own way. &amp;nbsp;My husband naturally sees his mother as the perfect care taker, but agrees with me that her DESIRE to be his baby sitter doesn&#39;t qualify her. &amp;nbsp;At the end of the day, I have to be able to drive away feeling like baby is in good hands.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/feeds/6365422440092058805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/choosing-sitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/6365422440092058805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8514287419501121003/posts/default/6365422440092058805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvoutrage.blogspot.com/2014/05/choosing-sitter.html' title='Choosing A Sitter'/><author><name>Outraged</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891643382780769241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD8xFBz49sc/Ssp1RMXhfgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pbEuuRL03A8/S220/luvoutrage+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514287419501121003.post-8450406686738985445</id><published>2014-05-18T22:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2014-05-18T22:21:36.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sock Or Not To Sock--That Is The Question</title><content type='html'>So, I&#39;ve been away from the internet for a while--busy being a mom. &amp;nbsp;But I have a host of new outrages to share. &amp;nbsp;Just to catch you up: &amp;nbsp;baby boy is 3 1/2 months old now.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother-in-law is very old-school in her approach to child care. &amp;nbsp;And she loves to over dress and bundle my son in layers upon layers of blankets. &amp;nbsp;Since he was born, she and I have had this little passive-aggressive conflict of me pulling layers off and her additions whenever I turn my back. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the other night we all went out to eat. &amp;nbsp;My husband handed the baby off to me for a diaper change and my mother-in-law followed baby and I to the restroom. &amp;nbsp;I sat baby on the cold granite countertop (the only surface available), and she expressed concern for him. &amp;nbsp;I assured her that he wouldn&#39;t be there long enough for it to matter as I peeked into the diaper to discover quite a mess. &amp;nbsp;I pulled off his socks to prevent them from getting messy. &amp;nbsp;She objected with a grunt. &amp;nbsp;I reached for the diaper bag for supplies, but she had moved in to play with the baby. &amp;nbsp;I tried awkwardly to reach around her for diapers and then again for wipes, each time she was impeding my efforts and kept repeating to me that she thought he was cold. &amp;nbsp;Frustrated, I offered to let her take over. &amp;nbsp;She was happy to do so, and I returned to the table. &amp;nbsp;When she delayed, I returned to the restroom to find her lining the counter with soiled diapers and she gasped, &quot;He&#39;s not finished!&quot; I could not believe that she didn&#39;t just put a single diaper in place and let him finish! &amp;nbsp;She ran an assembly line of diapers as if she was filling up ice cream cones with soft-serve! &amp;nbsp;It was truly a Lucile Ball moment! &lt;br /&gt;
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I jumped in and got him all cleaned up, and disposed of 8 dirty diapers as well as a large pile of discarded baby wipes. His clothing had to be changed, and the counter had to be cleaned. &amp;nbsp;I reached into the diaper bag to find only one clean diaper left! &amp;nbsp;Then she said to me, &quot;Didn&#39;t you bring any more diapers?&quot; as if I had miscalculated our needs for a single dinner outing! &lt;br /&gt;
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You might think that having nightmares
of your mother-in-law kidnapping your baby is pretty extreme.  But,
there&#39;s more to the story.  Her youngest brother had a baby with his
longtime live-in girlfriend, Missy.  Missy was a wonderful person, that I
personally liked very much.  The man got his girlfriend hooked on
drugs.  He was able to dabble in drugs recreationally, but Missy became
seriously addicted.  Their marriage suffered, and they both
eventually went to jail over a domestic altercation.  The child spent
a year in the custody of my mother-in-law.  It was during this time
that she assumed the title “NahNah” because although she was not
the mother, she was more than an auntie.  When the parents were
released from prison, the child had a difficult time adjusting to
living with her parents.  And the drug use continued, which gave my
mother-in-law good reason to take the child home whenever she
suspected problems.  The child adopted all of my mother-in-laws
mannerisms, speech patterns, and prefered her company to her own
mothers.  Missy eventually developed similar feelings, and a
wedge was driven.  The couple eventually split up.  The father
straightened up his life and retained custody of their daughter, and
Missy was sent to prison again.  To this day, the child, now a
teenager, is a frequent occupant of her NahNah&#39;s house.  
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Some of this was unavoidable
circumstance, but a line was definitely crossed.  I realize that I&#39;m
not a drug addict, but I fear that my mother-in-law will find
mistakes in my parenting—no doubt I&#39;ll make plenty—and convince
my husband that she would be a more suitable caretaker.  
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At one point, my own mother&#39;s in-laws
told my father that if he would leave my mother, they would take over
the care of me and my two siblings.  It is shocking to think that
people would plot to separate a child from a parent, but it does
happen.&lt;/div&gt;
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When a child is conceived, the identity of the father is sometimes questioned. &amp;nbsp;But in my mixed-up world, there seems to be some question as to the identity of the MOTHER! &amp;nbsp;My husband tries to help me understand
his mother&#39;s behavior.  He says, “Growing up with 10 younger
siblings, she has been a stand in mother since she was very young. 
She has always been a mother.  She knows no other way to interact
with people, so she mothers everyone.”  The problem is that she
thinks she is going to be a mother to &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; baby.  The other day
I asked her what she prefers to be called.  Grandma?  Grammy? 
Grandmother?  Grams?  She said, “I want to be called NahNah,
because it sounds like Momma.”  Even my husband&#39;s mouth dropped on
hearing that!  Since then, I&#39;ve been having nightmares every night of
my child being stolen and renamed.  I can only hope that she will
embrace the office of Grandmother.  Mother is taken.&lt;/div&gt;
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My sister is going to throw me a baby
shower.  And so she is quietly brainstorming, organizing, collecting,
and planning.  My sister had seen a crib that I&#39;d posted to
pinterest.com and my family was looking into getting that one for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother-in-law picked up my husband,
and took him crib shopping.  He asked me which one I&#39;d prefer and she
purchased it.  That is when I found out about my sister&#39;s plan
regarding the pinterest crib.  So, I suggested that my family go in
on a special wool crib mattress that I&#39;d seen that is organic and has
all kinds of health claims (my family loves this kind of stuff).  My
mother-in-law freaked out when she found out.  She already bought a
mattress too and feels like my family is stealing her thunder.  Well,
they feel the same way over the crib itself.  The crib is kinda the
Cadillac of baby gifts, but honestly I&#39;m way more excited about a
wool mattress.  
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Following this little hiccup, my
mother-in-law told me that she wants to plan her own baby shower for
her side of the family.  My husband had already told her that my
sister was going to do it, so I was a little upset that she was
trying to get around him by approaching me.  I said firmly, “No, my
sister is doing the shower and she is going to need your help.” 
She pouted, and whined that my sister doesn&#39;t know her side of the
family and key people are going to be left out.  Then she said that
she didn&#39;t think my sister had any business doing the shower.  She
could stand taking a back seat to my mother, but not my sister!  I
reminded her that it is not a competition.  And she asked me to make
sure my sister got in touch with her.  
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Knowing that my mother-in-law will next
be trying to get her way with my sister, I decided to prepare my
sister for the conversation.  I suggested that she make a quick phone
call on her way to work, thanking my mother-in-law for volunteering
to help with the shower and have her start putting together a guest
list complete with mailing addresses, and then end the call promptly.
 Then I coached her not to ask for suggestions unless she really
wanted input, because my mother-in-law will try to take over
everything if she thinks there is an opportunity to do so.  I also
suggested that she always have another specific task ready to assign
for each phone call she receives after that.  
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Well, my sister isn&#39;t ready for
executing plans; she&#39;s still brainstorming.  So, she is too freaked
out to call my mother-in-law.  And the longer it takes her to make
that call, the more anxiety mother-in-law is having thinking that
she&#39;s not going to be included in the event.  This is also allowing
time for my sister-in-law to involve herself and then things will
really get complicated.  
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My husband is convinced that his mother
will completely ignore our wishes and just take her own shower
underground and make it into a surprise party.  And we will come for
family dinner and be ambushed!  But, if my sister keeps her occupied
with the official shower, maybe she won&#39;t feel the need or at least
won&#39;t have the resources to plan a separate party. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cultural differences are already
causing tension and I&#39;ve barely started my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; trimester. 
In my family, your children are your responsibility.  Grandma may
babysit occasionally, and will form a tight bond through frequent
visits, but ultimately, you need privacy to raise your family.  
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In my husband&#39;s family, every member&#39;s
life revolves around the matriarch, and her house is always
jam-packed with family and food.  My mother-in-law has been tormented
by her sisters for 19 years.  About 3 times a week, one of them asks
her if there is any word of grandchildren.  Of course, she says no. 
Then they proceed to tell her of how full their lives are surrounded
by grandchildren (many of whom live with them), and basically rub her
nose in the fact that she is missing out on the blessings they&#39;re
enjoying to the full.&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel very deeply for my mother-in-law
because of this cruel treatment that she&#39;s received from her own
flesh and blood.  It has been hard enough for her to accept that my
husband and I are so independent.  Her other son lived with her until
he married in his 30s.  The relationship with his wife and mother is
very strained, because their marriage took place after her husband
died.  She felt it as a deep loss because it was the first time that
her nest was empty.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother-in-law and my husband&#39;s
sister fully expect that I will continue to work after giving birth,
and they know that my mother and sister have full-time jobs.  Since
neither of them work, they think that they are going to be the
primary caretakers of my baby.  They&#39;re going to be very disappointed
because I have my heart set on being a full-time mom.  Financially, I
haven&#39;t figured out how, but my husband is in full agreement with my
decision.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hiding a pregnancy is not normal for an
open person like myself.  But I&#39;ve never carried a baby before and
the thought of telling an in-law of a miscarriage is unthinkable! 
So, we kept it secret for a couple of weeks.  I checked out a book
from the library about pregnancy for women over 35, and felt a little
more comfortable about my situation.  After all, most women over 35
have other health issues, have smoked and drank their whole lives,
had multiple births, C-sections, are loaded up with fertility drugs,
etc.  Besides my age, I don&#39;t have any medical conditions that add
danger.  (My midwife insists however that since my eggs are 38 years
old, that risk remains.)  That alleviated my fears enough that my
husband and I decided to tell our immediate families.  His side of
the family was already planning to gather for an anniversary dinner,
so I arranged for my family to meet that morning for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was such fun telling my family.  We
told them that we wanted to address a rumor that would no doubt be
circulating about us soon.  My husband said, “you&#39;re going to hear
that Mesa is pregnant--.”  And I cut in with, “And it&#39;s TRUE!” 
They all gasped, covered their mouths, and teared up!  Then my sister
blurts out, “I want a GIRL!  Is that bad to say?  I don&#39;t care, I
want a girl.  I have a nephew, now I need a niece!”  My moms hands
immediately went to my belly.  My grandma mentioned how much my
grandpa would have loved it were he still alive.  We spent the meal
laughing and speculating.  It was a ball!&lt;/div&gt;
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Telling my husband&#39;s family came in the
evening.  We let the meal go forward with the anniversary being the
focus until dessert came, and gifts began to be opened.  We handed
off our greeting card and asked them to read it aloud.  My husbands
sister read: “Your real gift is that mom will no longer be hounding
you for a grand-child.  Congratulations!  You&#39;re going to make a
great aunt and uncle.”  There was no reaction.  We scanned the eyes
at the table and everyone looked puzzled.  His sister said, “I
don&#39;t get it.”  My husbands brother looked at me from the farthest
end of the table and silently mouthed the words, “Are you
pregnant?”  I smiled and nodded.  He shook his head in disbelief. 
Then he mouthed, “Really?”  So I smiled and nodded more
emphatically.  He seemed to believe it this time but mouthed,
“Really?”  I nodded enthusiastically.  He mouthed, “No.” 
Then my mother-in-law said, “What, you&#39;re getting another dog?” 
My husband assured her that it was not a dog.  Finally, everyone got
it and slowly started with the disbelieving “wows.”  Finally
another relative said, “congratulations.”  Which everyone
repeated obediently.  
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I think the difference in reaction is
cultural.  My family easily accepted that we did not intend to have
children soon after we were married.  They may have hoped for a
blessed accident for the first few years, but resigned themselves
early on.  My husband&#39;s family, on the other hand, have spent the
last 19 years yearning for us to have children, and have only in
recent years let up pressuring us to do so. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After taking the home pregnancy test, I
immediately drove to Planned Parenthood for confirmation.  (I knew
they would take me on a walk-in basis.)  They suggested that I find a
doctor soon because my age would put me in a high risk category.  I
went home and started browsing the phone book for doctors.  I called
a clinic that was nearest my home.  The receptionist asked how far
along I was.  I didn&#39;t know.  She asked the date of my last period. 
Again, I didn&#39;t know.  She asked when I had discontinued my oral
contraceptive.  I didn&#39;t know.  Exasperated, she snapped, “Well, if
you&#39;re too far along, no one is going to take you!”  I was so
overwhelmed that I just hung up the phone, and cried.  I had just
received shocking news of a pregnancy, the words “high risk” had
set me on edge, and now the thought that no doctor would even see me
was horrifying!  Then I was struck with the thought that crying isn&#39;t
good for baby, and I composed myself.  The next phone call to another
clinic began like this, “I just found out I&#39;m pregnant.  I don&#39;t
know how far along I am.  I don&#39;t know the date of my last period. 
I&#39;m 38 years old.  I&#39;ve been told that no one will take me if I&#39;m too
far along, so what am I supposed to do?”  The sweetest receptionist
soothed all my fears, “We specialize in high-risk pregnancies here.
 You&#39;re going to need medical care no matter how far along you are,
and we can easily find that out with a simple ultrasound.”&lt;/div&gt;
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It sounded too good to be true, so I
launched my next test, “I don&#39;t know anything about having babies,
but I want to be in control of everything.  Do you know of any doctor
who is going to want to work with me?”  The response came, “I
think you need to meet Jen.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Turns out that Jen is a Certified Nurse
and Midwife.  She is suprisingly open to working with my wishes, even
though I am very inexperienced. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The visitor said, &quot;I see that you have a pool&quot; as if that statement should say it all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The householder said, &quot;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;So?&quot; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The lady continued, &quot;Well, we&#39;re wearing our swimming suites.&quot; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Well, we were wondering if we could use your pool. &amp;nbsp;We brought our own towels, and you&#39;re not using it anyway.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you believe the nerve of some people? &amp;nbsp;To actually show up in a bathing suite, fully expecting to use someone&#39;s new pool? &amp;nbsp;Makes you wonder if they hadn&#39;t already jumped the fence and helped themselves when the householder was out of the house on a previous day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I would have offered to turn the hose on them!&lt;/div&gt;
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After a period of depression, my
concerned husband suggested that I discontinue my use of oral
contraceptives.  My doctor had already threatened to take me off of
them because I&#39;ve been on them for 20 years.  She had said that at
the first sign of any health problems, she would not prescribe them,
and I was fairly certain that depression symptoms would qualify.  I
thought that it was a prudent precaution, and agreed to go off of the
pill.  The depression faded completely over the months that followed,
but I was concerned about getting pregnant.  My husband reassured me
with the words, “Don&#39;t worry.  We will use condoms most of the
time.”  Well, turns out that “most of the time” isn&#39;t enough.&lt;/div&gt;
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I dismissed tender breasts as
premenstral symptoms--for 3 weeks.  I dismissed swollen ankles as a
result of salty meals—for which I had been having abnormally strong
cravings.  I was concerned about the dizziness though, which seemed
to make my stomach queasy.  I was also having little episodes where I
didn&#39;t feel bad, but just felt a definite need to sit down for a
minute.  In my mind, each symptom was unrelated.  Denial.  During a
chat with a girlfriend, I started to see them all as having a common
cause.  She suggested that I get a pregnancy test, which I
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My husband called my cell while I was
at the store, but I told him that I was purchasing vegetables.  He
wanted to swap vehicles with me before he headed to work.  I told him
that I would finish and head home, but that I couldn&#39;t be certain
whether I could be there in time for the swap or not.  When I did get
home, he was not there, so I concluded that he had left for work. 
So, I head into the bathroom to take the test.  And having the house
to myself, I&#39;d left the bathroom door wide open.  Just then he came
home and caught me in the act.  I was studying the stick and the
diagram.  I could clearly see that the results did not match the “not
pregnant” figure, but my mind could not match the results to the
“pregnant” figure.  So, I handed it off to him.  He studied it
for a time.  Pointing to the “not pregnant” figure, he concluded,
“it&#39;s definitely not that one.”  I stared at him, stunned, with
teary wide eyes.  He hugged me and said, “I am very sorry, but I&#39;m
very happy.”  I croaked, “OK.”  And then I sighed and said more
resigned and resolute, “this is happening.”&lt;/div&gt;
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