I have nowhere else to discuss this comfortably, so I hope you can all forgive me for doing it here.
We got back from the honeymoon, which was wonderful, but I am VERY sick. We're talking spiking a fever of 105, throwing up, chest congestion, and what appears to be strep. I can barely make it to our bathroom and back without passing out.
So, my MIL calls and says she'll bring over dinner. I'm not totally cool with having someone else cook for us, but ok - it's a nice gesture. I agree. I am up here in our room because I'm just too sick to get up and I look hideous and don't want anyone seeing me like this. I mean, come on, no make up, hair a mess...forget it.
Now, let me preface this next part with the fact that I love my MIL dearly and she honestly wishes the best for me and just wants to see me get rest and feel better. I KNOW there is nothing "behind" this and that SHE wouldn't think a thing about it.
What do I hear downstairs? My MIL and FIL DOING OUR DISHES AND STARTING TO CLEAN THE HOUSE.
I'm sorry, but this is something I cannot ever find an acceptable act, it humiliates me beyond words, and I am MORTIFIED that it is going on. BUT - I look like ass and can't go downstairs to stop this insanity and make the world right again.
I don't have enough of a voice to call Richard up here, so I was tapping on the floor to get his attention. He gets up here and I am doing some kind of spastic mime act to let him know how unhappy I am with this entire situation and how he has to get his parents out of here immediately before I die of embarrassment.
He's confused as to why I'm upset, his parents are given the bum's rush out the door for trying to be helpful, and I'm sitting here in a fevery delirium wondering how on God's Green Earth that he could have EVER let this happen. He knows what I'm like!
Obviously I just cannot ever let on that I'm not feeling well or people will keep coming over and trying to do things for me!
My MIL DID MY DISHES!?! I am SHAMED FOREVER.