Oooh, here I go......
Insomnia: Get bent. I am so sick of not being able to sleep at night and then being exhausted and wasting days napping to catch up. You're ruining my life.
MIL: When I say I'm not ready to tell anyone that I'm pregnant again and I'd like to wait until 4 months or so, was I completely fucking stupid to believe you'd listen to me ? Just because you can't 'hold it in' doesnt' make it ok to blab to every bloody person you know. If I miscarried or something went wrong, I don't want to have to discuss it with every person in your town, which is why I ask you NOT TO TELL. SAme goes for everything else in our lives. I'm sorry yours is so dull that you have nothing else to talk about, but I'm so sick of meeting people for the first time and they know absolutely everything about me and I have no idea they even exist ! Get a life and stop talking about mine !!
Also, stop taling about how much exercise you do. Stop wearing short shorts in the middle of winter. I know you think you have wonderful legs, but they're brown because you sunbake yourself to death year round and they're more old-lady scrawny than slim. You look like a handbag. If you EVER ask my 12 and 9 year old daughters if you can have their clothes when they grow out of them again, I will slap you across the face. I don't know if you're implying that they're going to be bigger than you or you're so slender you're their size, but they don't need to hear this from their 60 year old grandmother.
FIL: Stop telling people I used to be skinny. Fuck you. Stop feeling sorry for your son because he has a fat wife. He likes his fat wife very much asshole, thats why he keeps knocking her up !
My mum: remember me ? You're second child ? Itd be nice if you thought of me more than once a month.
I could go on but I need to eat something.