I threw an awesome birthday party for the kids this weekend, although, unfortunately, it ended up being full of drama. We rented out a pizza restaurant for 2 hours and hired Matty Roxx, an amazing children's entertainer in our area.
Princess wore a brand new poufy pink tutu and new silver shoes, along with a pink furry stole. She looked precious. We got the boys, (T and Goober, as well as my nephew) matching outfits. They all wore black superhero T-shirts and acid washed black jeans.
While I was going nuts baking the night before at my mom's house (2 types of cake pops and a banana cake), she mentioned that my MIL told her that Rick, the kids' grandpa, was coming. I was annoyed. First of all, he hasn't seen the kids since Christmas 2010, when he promised them all presents and never followed through. I don't care that he didn't buy them stuff, but it made me so mad to see my kids disappointed by him. I was also very irritated that my MIL invited him and didn't tell me. I have a right to know who will be at my kids' party.
The kids had a ton of fun and Matty put on a great show. It was nice to be in a place where 12 kids could run wild.
I've written before about how my SIL and I do not get along, at all. And a lot of the time, I am not the most mature person about it (like Christmas Eve, when I totally ignored her and pretended she wasn't in the room-it was the better option than ruining the holiday)
Well, my MIL took it upon herself to invite my SIL and not tell anyone-not me, not my parents, not my boyfriend. I was near the door, waiting for my best friend from college to arrive, and instead, my SIL walks in. I was shocked, and so angry I was shaking. The first thing out of my mouth was "You weren't invited, so feel free to leave." I really didn't mean to be mean. I just got taken off guard and was furious with my MIL.
They both left, and apparently, she told my boyfriend she was going to kick me out of the house-except I'm on the lease and I pay rent. She can't do that just because she's mad at me. I'm back home now, and we're avoiding each other like the plague. I want to be able to explain to her why I said what I did to her daughter, but I don't think I can without blaming her for overstepping her bounds and inviting her without telling everyone. It wasn't her party, or her place, to do so. I hate being the last person to things, and it seems like she always does this. I thought she learned after the last time, when she invited her daughter and her dogs to stay for a few days at our house and I found out on Facebook.
At least the party was good. And, I found out my college friend is pregnant, and due 2 months before her wedding. I am so excited for her! Now I have baby fever, and I want another one, even though that's crazy and I can't afford it at the moment.
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The SIL From Hell
"Why does she have a key and I don't?" I ranted to the boyfriend. "I live here! She doesn't. I want her key."
The 'she' in question was the boyfriend's sister. I discovered she had let herself into our house while I was still asleep, and I was beyond shocked to find someone sitting at the computer when I went to get a bowl of cereal.
She looked me over, said nothing, and turned back to the screen. I went upstairs and raised hell. It made me uncomfortable that she could just walk into our house at any time, whether we were here or not, and do whatever she wanted. I'm sure the fact that I was 6 months pregnant and trying to take care of a 9 month old baby didn't help either.
Eventually, I brought the baby downstairs to see her. I thought that maybe I was overreacting to her, and I would give her another chance. I put him in his bouncy swing-the kind that hangs from the doorway.
"Why is he so chubby? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Excuse me? You've never met me or your nephew before and those are the first words out of your mouth? I was seriously thisclose to yanking a cleaver out of the knife block and stabbing a bitch.
You're barely 21, married your military boyfriend so you would get money (and promptly got divorced once he left active service), and don't have or want kids (just yappy, poorly behaved dogs), and you have the nerve to criticize me? And my infant? When this is the first time we've met and you didn't even have the decency to introduce yourself? Who the hell do you think you are?
That was the moment I knew it would never work out. She and I would never be friends, and we have, in fact, become enemies. She is no longer allowed to see my kids after many more unpleasant incidents. As far as I'm concerned, the only aunts my children have are my sister and my best friend from college.
I know the boyfriend wishes I could pretend to like her, but I don't have it in me. I put up with her crap so many times. I'm not going to sit there and take insults about my kids, or veiled nastiness. It would be different if she was nice to my kids-she's not. She won't even pick them up. So the only one losing out is her. Maybe one day she'll either drink herself to death or get over herself. Until then, she is dead to me and my babies.
This post was written in response to this week's remembeRED prompt from Write on Edge. This week, we asked you to write about a relationship you knew was doomed from the start. It could be your own relationship or one of a close friend or family member. The only thing we required was that it not be fiction.
The 'she' in question was the boyfriend's sister. I discovered she had let herself into our house while I was still asleep, and I was beyond shocked to find someone sitting at the computer when I went to get a bowl of cereal.
She looked me over, said nothing, and turned back to the screen. I went upstairs and raised hell. It made me uncomfortable that she could just walk into our house at any time, whether we were here or not, and do whatever she wanted. I'm sure the fact that I was 6 months pregnant and trying to take care of a 9 month old baby didn't help either.
Eventually, I brought the baby downstairs to see her. I thought that maybe I was overreacting to her, and I would give her another chance. I put him in his bouncy swing-the kind that hangs from the doorway.
"Why is he so chubby? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Excuse me? You've never met me or your nephew before and those are the first words out of your mouth? I was seriously thisclose to yanking a cleaver out of the knife block and stabbing a bitch.
You're barely 21, married your military boyfriend so you would get money (and promptly got divorced once he left active service), and don't have or want kids (just yappy, poorly behaved dogs), and you have the nerve to criticize me? And my infant? When this is the first time we've met and you didn't even have the decency to introduce yourself? Who the hell do you think you are?
That was the moment I knew it would never work out. She and I would never be friends, and we have, in fact, become enemies. She is no longer allowed to see my kids after many more unpleasant incidents. As far as I'm concerned, the only aunts my children have are my sister and my best friend from college.
I know the boyfriend wishes I could pretend to like her, but I don't have it in me. I put up with her crap so many times. I'm not going to sit there and take insults about my kids, or veiled nastiness. It would be different if she was nice to my kids-she's not. She won't even pick them up. So the only one losing out is her. Maybe one day she'll either drink herself to death or get over herself. Until then, she is dead to me and my babies.
This post was written in response to this week's remembeRED prompt from Write on Edge. This week, we asked you to write about a relationship you knew was doomed from the start. It could be your own relationship or one of a close friend or family member. The only thing we required was that it not be fiction.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Would You Know Any Takers?
Brash and impulsive woman seeking a man to cater to my whims. I love having fun and spending time with my friends. Every night is a party! You can find me in the bar every night-I'm the loud girl and the alpha dog.
I enjoy my independence and work two jobs to support my lifestyle. I'm devoted to being the boss and assistant manager at a retail store, where I can boss around my subordinates and lay low since I'm frequently hungover. I live for my friends and my ill-mannered dogs.
I need a man who knows that I run the show. I will do what I want to do, an you will accept that. It's my way or the highway. I hate being second-guessed or told what to do.
My perfect man is a doormat who spends a lot of time away from home. I would love an active military man who will be deployed, or someone who works a lot and takes frequent business trips. I need my home-alone time, if you know what I mean.
If you like to party and have no backbone, I may just be the woman for you! Be prepared to do what I say and stay in the shadows. I can't wait to walk all over you!
This post was written in response to this week's Red Writing Hood prompt from Write on Edge. We want you to write a personal ad for your character, like one you would find on a dating site. The ad should tell us about your character, but should not be a laundry list – and no cliches about walks on the beach.
My personal ad is for the boyfriend's sister, and I think it's clear that we do not get along. Her divorce is newly finalized, since she couldn't deal with living with her husband after he left the Navy-and all the cheating didn't help either.
I enjoy my independence and work two jobs to support my lifestyle. I'm devoted to being the boss and assistant manager at a retail store, where I can boss around my subordinates and lay low since I'm frequently hungover. I live for my friends and my ill-mannered dogs.
I need a man who knows that I run the show. I will do what I want to do, an you will accept that. It's my way or the highway. I hate being second-guessed or told what to do.
My perfect man is a doormat who spends a lot of time away from home. I would love an active military man who will be deployed, or someone who works a lot and takes frequent business trips. I need my home-alone time, if you know what I mean.
If you like to party and have no backbone, I may just be the woman for you! Be prepared to do what I say and stay in the shadows. I can't wait to walk all over you!
This post was written in response to this week's Red Writing Hood prompt from Write on Edge. We want you to write a personal ad for your character, like one you would find on a dating site. The ad should tell us about your character, but should not be a laundry list – and no cliches about walks on the beach.
My personal ad is for the boyfriend's sister, and I think it's clear that we do not get along. Her divorce is newly finalized, since she couldn't deal with living with her husband after he left the Navy-and all the cheating didn't help either.
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