Note to my bossy S-i-LI know you call me to be nice, and I appreciate it. It's more than most of the family bothers to do, these days. But please do not equate your choice to stay home with your kids while living on your husband's very generous salary with my own situation. My "single income" has not one iota of choice involved, and it is substantially less than yours. This is an issue only when you try to "out-poor" me, so please knock it off.
And while you are at it, could you find a way to remind the rest of the family that my work is not just some peculiar asexual "career woman" impulse that demonstrates my unfitness for motherhood, but the thing that keeps us fed and clothed and provided sustenance for my dying husband--your brother? I can't manage to put it in language that translates.
You're a peach,