In-Laws

     I have lovely in-laws. Proper lovely. I worked with my mother-in-law for a few years before me and her son got together and they have been nothing but supportive of me and my other half's relationship. When you read about all these evil mother-in-law's it seems refreshing that mine is so nice. This is how great they are. When we got our dog, my other half worked split shifts, I work office hours so between us we could look after the dog. The other half got a new job which was also office hours and the dog was going to be home alone and in stepped the in laws. My father-in-law picks him up and walks him in the morning, takes the dog back to their house where my MIL walks him later on before they return him to our house. For this I am eternally grateful. The dog isn't. Jack uses every opportunity at the in law's house to steal food. Anything left out and unattended for even half a second is stolen and eaten. It must drive them insane. But still they pick the hound up, day in day out.
     My bump is their first grand child, and it is fair to say they are a little bit excited about it. They already have more equipment than we do. A changing station, a crib, a swing thing that seems to take up all their living room floor space and a pram. The crib is some type of family heirloom in which my other half, his sister and cousins have all slept in. It was offered to us to have at our house but me in my usual subtle, sensitive way went
     'What do I want with a crib?'
     'You can have it in your room when the baby's tiny'
     'The baby's not going to sleep in our bedroom. It's going to sleep in his own room in his cot.'
     'But all the babies in the family have slept in it.'
     'That's why I don't want it.'

Yes, I know I'm a cow bag. So now they have the crib and are already on standby for full on babysitting duties. Hahaha, they have no idea how much I will abuse them.