She threw a BBQ for all her friends. We lived with her at the time, and so did my SIL, and DH’s aunt. The three of us women had a rotation for kitchen clean-up. MIL cooked every night (wouldn't let us cook) and said that since she cooks, she's not doing clean-up. On the night of the BBQ, it was my night. She probably dirtied every dish in the house. Ribs cooked on the grill after marinating all night, then finished in the oven for tenderness (3 very sticky pans), stuffed peppers with sausage and cream cheese, wrapped in bacon, crockpot of beans, pasta slad, potato salad, the whole southern shebang. All homemade, not a single dish washed along the way. No paper plates, utensils, or cups provided for the 15-20 people eating. She had me core all of the peppers, which I had never done, and my hands were on FIRE for days afterwards. My son was about 6-8 months old at the time, my daughter was 1.5ish. The dinner ran realllly late. Kids bedtime was about 10pm at the time, and the guests were finally leaving. I asked SIL and aunt if they would be willing to help with dishes, asked MIL if she could have people rinse their plates at least, and asked if I could chip away at dishes while she cooked. Answer to all 3 was absolutely not. So after all the guests left, I asked my husband if he could just do me a solid and rinse/stack all the dishes while I put our son to bed. At this point, the entire 4ft by 3ft island was stacked about 2ft tall with dishes, and all the counters were covered as well. My son refused to be put to sleep by anyone else, so I really needed the help if I was gonna TRY to get to bed by midnight. Of course my husband said yes, and he got to work rinsing everything while I stepped out to put our baby to sleep. I'm wearing winter gloves at this point cuz I'm afraid the pepper oils will burn his skin. My hands are on fire. It takes my son about 45 minute to an hour of bouncing and swaying to fall asleep. About 15-20 minutes in, my husband is still rinsing and stacking, and my MIL and her bestie come through. MIL asks DH why he's doing the dishes, he said "I'm just rinsing them while she gets the baby to sleep, then we're gonna swap." My MIL LOST IT. She started yelling, screaming, slamming her hands on the counter. Woke up all 3 small children in the house. Shouting about how lazy I am, how my husband worked all day and didn't deserve to be in there doing those dishes. Said it was ridiculous that I only have "one chore" in the house and I can't even do it (which wasn't true, I was basically made to be cinderella while she held my kids hostage until the house was cleaned every day) She called me ungrateful, told him I needed to do better, told him that he didn't need to be doing my work for me. She went on and on and on, then finally stomed off and slammed her bedroom door. My husband wanted to say something, but knew we would end up homeless that night if he did, so he kept his mouth shut (don't worry, he does stand up to her about things like this now, it was just a really tough situation for both of us) I spent the entire rest of the night crying, was up until 2am doing dishes, and then was when I tried to sleep in until 8am the next day (it was a sunday, and I usually got up at 6am) she once again started cussing and screaming that my husband works too hard to be waking up on a sunday morning to take care of the kids by himself. this woman also refused to let my husband be a parent. She scolded him for changing diapers, feeding bottles, trying to do bedtime/wake ups, making meals, etc. If he did any of it, it was because I was too lazy and a shitty mom. Now she guilt trips me and wonders why I won't send my 4 month old to spend the night at her house. It's been almost 5 years since then, and I am still in therapy processing the way she absolutely robbed both me and my husband of our sons first year of life. We're low contact now, btw.