I am a pregnant, hormonal raging bull. First pregancy for me.
My MIL watches the skids during the day. My DH gets home at 6pm and I refuse to come home until he is there because my MIL is not very pleasant to be around and the skids (boys 6 & 8) are always super hyper and hard to control.
I walk into the house last night at 6:45pm with pizza. First of all MIL is still there and parked in my spot in the garage as usual so my pregnant ass has to go back and move my car after she leaves. I walk in and say "hi guys" to everyone. No response of course per usual from the skids and MIL. But as I am putting everything down on the counter oldest Ss comes up and yells in his nasty voice "when your baby cries YOU are going make your room in the BASEMENT and take your baby so we don't have to wake up all the time!!!!!" and MIL encouraged him saying "yep. when you boys are in school J is going to have to go in the basement with the baby so she doesn't wake you guys up". WTF?! Babies cry. Do they not realize how loud they themselves are?! And why is an 8 year old and a person who does not even live there telling me
what I am going to do in my own f-ing house with my own baby?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not "oh hi J" or god forbid "thank you for bringing pizza". You know, ANYTHING even remotely nice and/or polite. Can't even just walk in the door without a blast of negativity aimed at me.