My mother-in-law was being extremely helpful (I have to give her full credit for that; I am ceasing my resentment that she babysits for the other grandchildren so much more than my kids, and just being grateful for the few times that she does help out) by watching the kids in the morning on a day that I had a very early meeting and putting them on the bus.
She made lunch for Tadpole, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Frogette noticed what she was doing, and told her that Tadpole couldn’t bring peanut butter, because there were kids with severe peanut allergies in Tadpole’s class.
My mother-in-law sent Tadpole to a peanut-free school with peanut butter for lunch anyway. She said to Frogette, “Well, we will see what happens…”
Now, I certainly don’t blame her for not knowing about peanut allergies to start with- in her generation, it was unheard of. I completely understand that.
What I can not forgive, however, is that Frogette TOLD her not to do it, and she did it anyway. Maybe Frogette wasn’t clear enough, I don’t know. But either way, children at Tadpole’s school were put at risk. And given that MIL has a history of not listening – oh, do I have to remember how much Frog has felt unheard his entire life!- I’m pissed.
After Tadpole’s school freaked out, and I found out what happened, Frog called his mom to find out what the hell happened. MIL’s excuse was that “she thought Frogette was saying that TADPOLE was allergic to peanut butter, so she knew Frogette was wrong.”
Do you REALLY think that was any better, lady? Really?
Yes, she could assume that Frogette was wrong about that, but wouldn’t you rather err on the side of caution? What if Frogette was technically wrong, but she knew her sister had some kind of bad reaction to PB? Really?
I have to remember to really nurture and cherish Frog. He was literally raised by wolves. 14 months ago