The first couple of days were bearable. I smiled through gritted teeth every time Abuela (aka dear grandmother) told me what my child was thinking. We had a couple of tense moments – mainly over the sugary drinks she wanted my child to consume – we did our best to solve amicably. We can manage this I thought. Until Sebastian (aka baby daddy) decided to paint me into a picture of the most horrendous woman on the planet…
It all started with the back to back telenovelas blasting out of the TV. The first episode was fine, as were the next two. But when they aired back to back with both Abuela and LO transfixed I panicked. Is this what they would be doing all day everyday??!! What about her reading, her playtime, her education (yes I do realise what an uptight middle class mum this makes me sound). So I made the stupid mistake of telling Sebastian. And then he told his mum…
I mean not in a do you mind not watching so much TV in a polite way. More along the lines of ‘the evil, uptight, super paranoid, mother of my child says you are watching too much TV with LO and are a terrible grandmother and she hates you and she hates Colombians and I hate her. Then he stormed out, leaving us both sitting there in an uncomfortable silence. AWKWARD!