LOL!
My new house is verrrry close to being ready. This week we have a walk through and then next week Thursday we do the final walk through and if everything is in order we get the keys. And let me tell you I CAN'T FREAKING WAIT!!!!!
MIL is her usual neurotic self. I've been camping out in my room with the baby and my dd, coloring, watching beatrix potter dvd's and napping. If I leave the door to my room open she walks by and peeks at me, if I'm out in the rest of the house she comes around to look at the baby and sticks her face in my chest. I feel like I have no privacy to nurse. My dh and sister don't pay it any mind and certainly don't lean in to get a good look!
She has also put herself back on patrol. This time it's to look for cat barf. It's spring and my cat gets hairballs. So she goes around looking for it and when she finds it she waits until my sister is around (because she's scared of me and knows I'll tell her to stop inspecting my house for cat barf) and then freaks out, pointing at it and making a big deal of it. Yesterday she hadn't even gotten her foot in the door coming home from work when MIL accosted her about it, today she was on the phone with my dad for something important and MIL started hounding her again. I told her to tell MIL to talk to me about it (since she knows better than to start with me) and try setting some boundaries.
Yesterday she saw a chunk of cookie that dd left on the floor and started pointing at it. I asked her if she wanted to eat it, knowing she thought it was barf, which made her upset. A couple days ago dh got a nosebleed from doing yardwork (he has allergies and the meds dry him out so bad his nose bleeds) and she just about died from worry. She was telling him to lean back so the blood didn't come out (duhhhh), then went on and on and ON about how he needs to see a dr., and maybe get his nose cauterized or something (it had stopped a long time before this) and we repeatedly told her to drop the subject, stop worrying, etc. She wouldn't stop and I was ready to flip on her so instead I started singing "Somebody needs a hobby" and "Nobody likes a worrier" and she got upset and told dh not to let me make fun of her. He said "she's not" (I love him) and I told her I could start yelling instead and she went back to her room.
So, anyway I'm going to have to have a little talk with her about my sister and the cat barf. But I've been checking off my countdown and I'm in the single digits for how long I have to be in the same space as her, sharing the bathroom, having no privacy, having her constantly telling me there's a message on the answering machine or a crumb on the floor, having her trying to interfere when I'm trying to calm dd down from a tantrum (she did that yesterday and I stood there and told her three times in a row not to get involved and she kept trying to wave me aside like she was going to fix everything by shaking a juice cup in dd's face and she finally got the message and went away).
I will never have to see her by myself unless I choose to go downstairs to cook and use the kitchen. I really don't care if she is lonely and bored, she's had her chance to get involved in our family in a healthy way and she's had her chance to treat me like an adult capable of running my own household without being nagged to death over every single thing. I've offered her alternatives, hobbies, instructed her on how I wish to be treated and instead she has insisted on trying to run my house from her bed, digging in her feet and claiming repeatedly that she has nothing to be happy about or live for.

(I said, Oh really? Not even seeing your son and grandchildren every day? ... She appreciates nothing, such a downer.)
I could go on! Like how she was going on and on about skin color (she's racist, puts all this emphasis on light skin and told dh his whole life he was ugly because he's got black skin - he's more tan than the rest of his family) and how lucky dd is because she's fair skinned. I said what are you going to say if the new baby has darker skin? Are you going to point it out all the time? I also had to tell her not to refer to dh as stupid - she does this when exclaiming how smart dd is and then comparing her to dh. His whole life he thought he was average (he's very high intelligence) because of her. She's really awful. I think part of it is cultural in that you're supposed to raise your kids to be modest but to call them ugly and stupid all the time is just horrible.
And then she was sitting around last week after she would take her sleeping pills (which she had started telling dd was Grandma's "candy" until I told her don't do that) all looped up and dopey and slurring her speech and not able to hold her head up. It was like being around a drunk or a doper or something and I couldn't stand her being in front of my children like that so I had to keep yelling at her to get into bed, and she kept insisting she wasn't tired, but I told her I didn't care and she needed to get in bed because I wasn't planning on picking her up off the ground when she fell. She literally couldn't walk straight or find her feet. She is just inappropriate at every turn. I don't understand if something is wrong with her, like it's always been wrong with her, or she's doing it to test me, or she's getting senile. Regardless, I've had lots and lots of boundary setting with her and it's never over.
But I'm done complaining about it! Haha.