One of the best things about remarriage is that you
get another chance.
Not only with a new husband but also with a whole new inlaw situation too. In the past my inlaws have been nasty. Nasty, nasty. Not at all supportive. In fact so much so that when I had son they didn’t even come to help, didn’t bring a casserole or help with minding baby whilst I slept. Nothing. I split my c-section stitches trying to tidy the house.
Happy Days.
Not only do I have the most yummy Englishman who I picked up met in Paris, but he has the nicest family. His brother, the soldier dude is lovely and the next best thing to having a little brother, his Mum and Dad are very sweet, and very English!!!! It’s all good.
Except, there’s the problem with the step.
Of course my Englishman and I have three children (from my first marriage) and thankfully we don’t have to integrate siblings as my hubby doesn’t have any children of his own. He has (rather wonderfully!!) accepted my three as his own children. The relationship is so strong that my youngest (Miss Ten) has started to call him Dad. This is great except, his parents, cannot bring themselves to accept the children as his, or as their grandchildren. Or is it step-grandchildren?
I was a wee bit hurt at Christmas time when his parents popped down here from North Yorks for Christmas and then took his brother’s children out for the day, leaving mine at home. Only a wee bit hurt, I mean after all they don’t get to see their grandkids much.
But now my Englishman has come home from a family funeral with the news that his parents will be minding his nieces over the school holidays and will not mind ours so that we can take some time out together. Basically this means that we are stuck on parent-duty 24/7/365. We can’t leave the kids at home (despite the eldest being 16) for any length of time because Dark Princess may burn the house down. And of course Son won’t do his swot for his GCSEs. We need some adult supervision to keep things on the straight and narrow and to stop Miss Ten’s eyes from becoming entirely cuboid after being ensconced in her Nintendo for hours at a time.
We cannot afford to hire a nanny, nor can we afford to send them to NZ to stay with their father. We don’t have any single friends to stay with kids. We are stuck.
What do you think? I feel more than vaguely miffed that my Mother in law won’t help us. Am I being completely unreasonable? What do other people do? Expats, what do you do with the kids?
What usually happens in step-grandparent relationships? Does anyone know?
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