Today she's lurking around the kitchen (this is the first time she's seen our new house) and she finally says: "There's no room for Steven's hutch." so I politely respond that it can stay in the garage for now until we PCS in a few years and get a bigger place (even though Steven already told me I could sell it on craigs list) to which she responds with: "You could put the dog crates in the garage and then you'd have room for it." to which I politely tell her that our garage is insulated but the central air isnt pumped out there, so according to the garage door opener, it's 104 in there right now. (Although I wanted to scream: My dogs will not be staying in the garage in their crates suffocating to death you psycho) She fumes about this for a while and then says: "Well we'll just have to wait until Steven gets home and see what he says."
REALLY?! REALLY?! I'm pretty sure that it's OUR house. Not HIS or YOURS for that matter... I don't care if he's your son, I have just as much say in it as he does, and the dog crates will not be going in the garage... and if you want to get technical THE HOUSE IS IN MYYYYYYYY NAME, NOT HIS, so don't even start with me lady.
And the best part, Steven isnt even here, so I get to deal with her all by myself. If he was here, he probably would have told her to leave by now. They don't have a very good relationship (his grandparents pretty much raised him) and now I'm beginning to see why he doesnt get along with her...
If you don't hear from me over the next few days, I'm in prison. Someone bail me out.