I have whined about this situation with my FILs a couple of times. I love them, they are very nice people. But I don't understand why the hell they need to do this shit all the time. I do not complain to them, and I occasionally bitch to my mom about it, and ask FI why this is even a thing. He doesn't get it either, but he is very good at letting things slide. FI is the coolest cucumber in the salad bar. I, however, am now making faces and angry elephant/pterodactyl sounds because I am irritated.
The background story:
When FBIL bought his house, it had a wood stove in it. About 2 years after they got the house, he ended up buying a new wood stove, and gave the old one to FI and I for our house. FI brought it over, and the FILs requested to come over and see it. That wood stove had lived at his brother's house for two years. FILs had seen it NUMEROUS TIMES. They know what it looks like. They know you put some logs and kindling in it, and you set fire to it, and it keeps your house warm.
About 3 months later, we had to get a chimney liner put in at our house, and had the wood stove hooked up. FILs had to come over and see it. I had sent them cell phone pictures, because they asked for them, but they still had to come over and look. Neither of them is a chimney/wood stove professional, but they had to come over and look. Fast forward to winter time. It is cold out. We got some fire wood and got a fire going in the wood stove. FILs had to come over and fucking see it. They have a wood stove with a fire in it at their own home. They have seen the phenomenon before, I can assure you.
Any time we buy something new for the house (bedding, paint, put some walls up in the basement, bathtub fixtures, you get the idea), they have to come over and look. Even if they ask for pictures, they have to come over and see it. We, FBIL/FSIL, FILs, and my parents all live within +/- 15 minutes of each other.
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Current events:
Today, I get a text message from FI. "I just want to preface this by saying I love you, and that it was not my idea."
Alright, lay it on me. What is going on? (I read this and basically have a shitfit because OH LAWD WHAT IS HAPPENING? THAT IS A FOREBODING-ASS TEXT)
"My parents said they want to come by tomorrow afternoon/night, because they haven't seen the house in a while." They came over in February to borrow the snowblower.
I told him it was fine with me, but we need to finish cleaning organizing tonight. I just... don't understand this. I don't know if maybe they think we decided to get rid of the roof or like... burn the house down and move into the septic tank. I have nooooo understanding of this compulsion to come see the house all the fucking time.
Like once a month, they have to come over and see the house. Neither FI or I have ever had any hoarders-style issues or anything like that. I'm just ready for them to start asking if they can check my drawers and make sure I haven't soiled myself at any given moment.
Am I crazy? Are they crazy? Have any of you had situations like this?