My SIL's there watching the kids for us. After talking to her at length about the time she put Tristan in a closet we determined that she was horribly, terribly sorry and that she thought she was playing with him. She swears all she did was close the door while he was in there, he freaked (of course) and she immediately opened the door. Either way, when she asked if she could start watching the kids again we talked to her about it, and told her since the kids will be sleeping the entire time she's there that we'd give it a shot. She's changed a lot in the past year and we'd like to give her the benefit of the doubt. She is their Aunt after all.
That's just a little update for those of you who knew about the closet ordeal.
Here's why I'm not looking forward to going home. I came home from work yesterday and noticed that a carton of Chinese food was gone from the fridge. It had 5 chicken fingers and 5 crab rangoons in it. I was planning on giving it to the kids as part of their dinner as a treat (since we were having jambalaya which was real spicy). I asked Dan if he ate it...he said no. Now, that's kind of a lot of food for 1 person, they were real big. That's when the light shone over my head: my SIL's bulimic. I asked Dan to call his Mom (MIL watched the kids 9-1, SIL from 1-3:30) and ask her what she fed the kids for lunch. Her response "SIL fed them when she got there...she and the kids had sandwiches". Which means, she not only had a sandwich, but 10 fingers/rangoons. It's obvious what she did, and MIL immediately said "she must have binged". She's a size 2 btw, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, so a sandwich and 10 fingers/rangoons is a LOT of food.
So Dan asked for advice on how to handle it since a) we'd prefer she not do this in my house and b) I can't afford to be replacing the amount of food this girl can pack away in a single sitting. MIL offered some advice, apologized, and hung up.
What does she do...she calls SIL and blasts her for it. SIL then calls Dan hysterically crying saying she'll replace the food, and she's so sorry, and please don't hate her, etc. Dan and I both know this is a disease, we're sympathetic to that, and neither of us care if she responsibly eats while she's at the house, we just don't want her binging/purging while she's there. Dan talked to her for quite a while and calmed her down, but now I have to go home and face her this afternoon. I don't know why but it's turning my stomach in knots. Maybe she won't say anything, or maybe she'll start crying and apologizing. I hate that we've had to live with this elephant in the room for 6+ years now. Bulimia is such a terrible thing. UGH!
Okay, just wanted to vent. Wish me luck for later!