BabyBrain
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I'm on the verge of exploding big time! Was even contemplating going to stay at my mums for a few days and leaving Bertie with his dad.....how bloody terrible is that? I feel like I am going mad and just wish everyone would leave us alone.
After my bad day on Wednesday it's just gotten worse! Now, although I call her the MIL she technically isn't. She moved in 2 weeks after my OH's mum died, was introduced to the OH and his sister at her funeral ffs. That aside, if she carries on interfering I'm going to explode at her. She's never had children, for which she does have my sympathy cos I do know how it feels, but then I never forced my baby raising opinions on anyone else, especially when her advice includes mixing a bit of scotch into Bertie's milk to help him sleep . The fact that her mother did it to her is no fucking excuse imo. We've had a bad night last night, to which she just laughs and says stupid things whilst pinning me in the corner of the kitchen as I'm holding a scorching microwave steriliser in my hands....which I had to use as the stupid old bag emptied the sterile bottles out of it and stacked them up in a fruit bowl full of old fruit . She's totally in Bertie's face and kisses her lips and whistles at him.....he's a baby not a fucking dog! He hates it, their ears are sensitive and she nearly always makes him cry and after listening to him all night it's the last sound I want to hear. Then she'll kiss him, laugh and walk off leaving me to settle him yet again. Every time I try to do something she snatches it out of my hands and takes over, I stabbed myself with a pair of scissors the other day cos she did this. The only thing she has bought him is a doorway bouncer thing from a car boot sale that's scratched to bits, the fabric is fraying and it's heavily stained......and I'm meant to be grateful that this monstrosity is now taking up room in the lounge until he's old enough to use it.
I honestly feel like I'm going mad. Knowing I could be stuck here without being able to drive for another 2 or 3 weeks is just filling me with dread. Everyone has said they'll come and pick us up but saying and doing is very 2 different things with my family and I feel physically sick thinking I'm not going to be able to get away from her
Sorry for the rant girls xxxxxxxxx
After my bad day on Wednesday it's just gotten worse! Now, although I call her the MIL she technically isn't. She moved in 2 weeks after my OH's mum died, was introduced to the OH and his sister at her funeral ffs. That aside, if she carries on interfering I'm going to explode at her. She's never had children, for which she does have my sympathy cos I do know how it feels, but then I never forced my baby raising opinions on anyone else, especially when her advice includes mixing a bit of scotch into Bertie's milk to help him sleep . The fact that her mother did it to her is no fucking excuse imo. We've had a bad night last night, to which she just laughs and says stupid things whilst pinning me in the corner of the kitchen as I'm holding a scorching microwave steriliser in my hands....which I had to use as the stupid old bag emptied the sterile bottles out of it and stacked them up in a fruit bowl full of old fruit . She's totally in Bertie's face and kisses her lips and whistles at him.....he's a baby not a fucking dog! He hates it, their ears are sensitive and she nearly always makes him cry and after listening to him all night it's the last sound I want to hear. Then she'll kiss him, laugh and walk off leaving me to settle him yet again. Every time I try to do something she snatches it out of my hands and takes over, I stabbed myself with a pair of scissors the other day cos she did this. The only thing she has bought him is a doorway bouncer thing from a car boot sale that's scratched to bits, the fabric is fraying and it's heavily stained......and I'm meant to be grateful that this monstrosity is now taking up room in the lounge until he's old enough to use it.
I honestly feel like I'm going mad. Knowing I could be stuck here without being able to drive for another 2 or 3 weeks is just filling me with dread. Everyone has said they'll come and pick us up but saying and doing is very 2 different things with my family and I feel physically sick thinking I'm not going to be able to get away from her
Sorry for the rant girls xxxxxxxxx