Yes, I'm mad. I'm completely, utterly pissed off.
Daddeee corresponds with his sister in Chicago via email. They're both pretty busy so this allows them to keep in touch. Their latest conversation turned to politics and it totally went downhill from there. They have completely opposite views regarding everything political.
Within their heated email conversation it came out that his sister thinks we're bad parents. The Teenager visited her with the grandparents a little over a year ago and the zipper broke on a pair of his jeans while he was there. In her eyes (and this is what she said), we don't provide adequate clothing for our child so she took him to the GAP and bought him new jeans and a hoody. Daddeee had the money to go buy himself a motorcycle but not enough to buy jeans for his son that the zipper wouldn't break on. WTF???
A little about this wonderful sister in law: She's a couple years younger than me, has been married for 9 years, has a soon-to-be 5 year old son, and is a career woman.
I don't have a problem with any woman wanting a career and family but she travels 4 out of 7 days a week and has a live-in nanny that takes care of her child. She has someone else raising her child.
Evidently, she has yet to learn that once a son reaches a certain age, a mom no longer has complete control over his wardrobe. I can no longer pick out clothing for The Teenager like I used to. My tastes aren't "hip" enough. He doesn't tell me if something has a hole in it (and who has the time to inspect every piece of clothing while during laundry?).
And how does 1 pair of jeans with a broken zipper translate into child neglect? He had other jeans with him that fit and had functioning zippers. No one asked her to clothe our son.
So you can see why I'm so angry. I've never, EVER not provided things for my children. Compared to when I was their ages, they have a whole lot more that I ever had. And for someone who barely even sees her own son to judge me. At least I'm home every night with my children. I cook their meals and I tuck them into bed EVERY night. Oh I could go on and on.
We mailed her a check for $50 for the clothing she bought for The Teenager. That's the end of it for me.