The Frog read Friday’s post (he reads, but not regularly, as he is a particularly busy amphibian) and he was quite shocked that I (still) felt such animosity towards his parents.
Strangely though, this weekend went off without a hitch. I took a step back and left Tadpole alone with her grandparents for much of the time, taking the opportunity to catch up on some much needed beauty sleep and going shopping without a pushchair for the first time in aeons. I think I have been letting the bad experiences I had when Tadpole had just been born cloud my judgement somewhat, and maybe the fact of ’emptying my bag’ (as they say in French) in Friday’s post finally enabled me to put all those bad feelings to bed. I still plan to stay away altogether next time, but for more positive reasons and as someone pointed out in my comments, a healthier relationship with the In Laws will be better for the Tadpole, who was probably picking up on all those bad vibes flying around.
The only negative thing about the weekend was the amount of food I managed to bring back (in my rather painfully distended tummy). MIL pulled out all the stops and we feasted on winter warmers like choucroute (sauerkraut, speciality from Alsace with various meat and sausages), a raclette (melted cheese heated in little shovels and poured over spuds, eaten with cold meats), pintade (guinea foul?) with wild mushrooms picked by the In Laws in the woods and served with big wedges of polenta… All lovely dishes provided you are going for a spot of skiing afterwards. But if you are going to be lazing around and you already have a well-developed case of ‘blogger’s behind’, possibly a bit too calorific.
As the Frog has always been rather a picky eater the In Laws make a big fuss about how great it is to have someone around who ‘enjoys her food’, piling on extra helping whenever I pause to pick up my wineglass.
I may now have cause to bring the exercise bike/thermometer out of early retirement.