My mother and father in-law are visiting. Little One is getting christened this weekend, and they’re staying for another two-three weeks after that.
In general, they’re wonderful people, and I love them. There’s only one point of tension in our relationship: MIL is a nutritionist, and I’m overweight…and doing next to nothing to change that.
So, they arrived Tuesday evening and brought with several bags of healthy, organic foods. In principle, I have nothing against those–as long as I can get my mayo, bacon, and fries on the side. I don’t, however, like slimming teas. I don’t trust those things not to mess with me, especially since I’m breastfeeding. And I like them even less when they’re brought to me unsolicited.
NOTE: Last time they were here, MIL was sneaking cumin in my normal tea, which I realized when the cumin I’d brought from Istanbul vanished after the first five days of her stay.
Last night, MIL offered to make tea. I happily accepted, took a bag of my favorite apple-cinnamon tea, and placed it in my mug.
“This one is Sotia’s,” My Love said in Romanian, since MIL doesn’t speak English.
MIL nodded. “Should I add some Chia?” she asked.
I said that was okay.
“Go to the living room, and I’ll bring the tea over,” she said.
We did, and soon she was handing over mugs of steaming tea. Mine didn’t smell like what I was used to, but I assumed it was the Chia, because she couldn’t possibly have messed with my tea again after My Love had told her not to even think about adding cumin again.
I took a tentative sip. “It’s an interesting mix, with the Chia and berries,” I told My Love, and he translated it.
MIL laughed and said something in Romanian, then My Love started yelling. I scolded him for talking to his mom like that–and in front of me–and asked what she’d said.
“She said it’s not your tea. She took your bag out and used the Ginseng slimming one.”