My poor Hubby is unhappy. When I suggested he gives up sugar as part of the LCHF way of eating, he said No. There was no way he was going to stop drinking sugar. I left it at that. Yesterday morning he was at the dentist who said to him he needs to cut down his sugar intake, completely if possible. His teeth are very bad. The poor man. I am a believer in the real thing or nothing at all, hence I do not drink sugar at all.
However, I am not sure he will survive very well without anything sweet. I think I will have to go buy some kind of sugar substitute for the poor man.
I think this is a good thing because he is more likely to stick with this sugar thing, if his teeth are falling away. I really hope Honeybear has inherited my crooked teeth instead of his father’s weak teeth, because my crooked teeth are still in fairly decent condition. Hubby’s family all have really bad teeth. They just fall out and break and just look bad. At least Hubby’s is not at this stage yet. He has had one root canal and has one fake tooth in (a crown I think they call it). I have all my original teeth still and I hope they stay that way.
Honeybear only popped his first tooth at 13 months. I had even made an appointment at the dentist to see where his teeth were. The dentist assured me it was normal but he would look to make me feel better, and that afternoon I saw the first tooth. I am hoping this lives up to the old wives tale of later = stronger.
MIL rant ahead, you can stop reading now….
It was MIL birthday yesterday. We called to say Happy Birthday and I wished I had not spoken to her. I do not know why I always let her upset me so much. I always bribe Honeybear to speak to her and to say I love you to her. He is not yet three, and while I know there are many three year olds out there speaking fluent English and Afrikaans, Honeybear is not one of those children. He is a shy child and he will not even chatter to his father. He and I will chatter and I understand him. I am his mother, so I understand him. My MIL thinks something must be wrong with Honeybear because he does not speak clearly enough for her to understand. Also, Honeybear cannot count to ten unassisted and they had a 2 year old at their house who could count to ten. So what!? All children are different. Even if there is something wrong with my child, he is still my child. I will love him and care for him, even if he never learns to count. I wish she would keep her doom prophet tendencies to herself. I also do not believe a word when she says she misses Honeybear. How can you miss some child you do not know? She met him once when he as one year old and has made no attempt to ever see him ever again. She never picks up the phone to call to talk to him.
We all live in the same country and it is not impossible to visit. I refuse to visit a place that does not have enough anything, including water. The last time we went there I was 3 months pregnant. We had to buy a whole bunch of groceries because they do not have enough money to host us. Even with everything we bought, I felt like I was starving and no one could have a decent shower because there is not enough water. The roads are not tarred, the cell reception sucks. Hubby does not want to go there either, and I do not encourage any visits so we do not go. The last time we paid for them to come visit us in Pretoria and it was 3 weeks of hell for me, with her re-arranging my cupboards, complaining about the food, and how I raise the child they have shown no interest in. I made her cry because I refused to leave my one year old alone with someone who does not respect my way of parenting.
So we have decided that we need to pay for them to come visit again, because they never have money to visit us. If we do not make an effort , they will never see us, ever. The last time FIL was in Gauteng, he was here for three days, staying with his brother, before we even found out he had come out this way. And we only found out because he needed us to go sort something out for him.
So we will have them in our house for two weeks, because I want Honeybear to know all his family, whether or not Hubby likes it. Hubby will have to grow up and entertain his parent, because there is no way I am taking two weeks off work to entertain them. I will go crazy 24/7 with them. I will take one week off and then they are on their own with Hubby.
They make me so mad!
It is very obvious I have a huge gripe with them because they do not love my child like I think they should. I will not forgive them for never visiting him, especially when he was a newborn, when everyone else visited and oohed and aahed over his wrinkled face. When I had to make embarrassed excuses of why one set of grandparents were missing, when I knew how much it hurt my husband that his parents could not be bothered to come visit and see his first child.
They are not bad people, my in-laws, but they are not the kind of people I can forgive just yet…even if I am the only one bothered by it, I am not ready to let it go yet. If you read this far, thank you and I will try to keep the rant shorter next time.
I think I feel better.