First Things First

This post must be written before the one about my gorgeous new baby so these thoughts won't contaminate his loveliness.  Let me preface this by saying that I love my mother and I very much appreciate her coming down here to help before, during, and after the baby was born.

BUT

I'm still bitching about all the things that she screwed up while she was here.  I was going to let this go, but I just opened the package of onsies she bought for Minnow and I can't contain it any longer.  

The Kitchen:

She does not rinse the dishes before she puts them in the dishwasher.  My dishes don't get clean.  She puts them away DIRTY.  Then, I have to inspect each thing she put away and put at least half of it back in the sink so SOAK and then be washed again.  I love when people do my dishes for me; except her.  And she will do them even if I tell her not to.  There is no stopping her.  Also, she puts things away in the wrong places.  Bowls with the tupperware, serving spoons with regular ones, cookie sheets with pots and pans.  It's just really frustrating.

The Laundry:

When Wednesday was born my mother did at least 10 loads of laundry in the time she was at my house.  Not one of those loads was actually dried all the way.  But she folded those damp clothes and piled them on our bed.  So when I got home from the hospital I had a bed full of mildew-smelling clothes that I could neither wash or fold by myself.  My husband had steam coming out of his ears.  This time, she did less laundry, but succeeded in DESTROYING the Big Brother shirts I HANDMADE for Winston and Wednesday.  Like hand-sewn patches, hand lettering, iron-ons.  They are ruined, and I'll have to re-do them now.  The other laundry she did was, of course, not dried all the way.  I managed to rescue it from her clutches right after getting home from the hospital.  Lastly, she bought the baby an outfit he already had, in the same exact size, and would not take it back.  And the onsies she bought??  They say "I am the boss", and "It's all about me".  NO, MOTHER.  NO.  Good golly, Miss Molly.

The Children:

After being with her for any amount of time they were like demons on crack.  They were rude, mean, and did not listen to anything that my husband or I said.  This was not a helpful occurrence with a newborn in the house.  We had two of the worst mornings ever in the history of our family as a result of morning visits from my mother (my Dad was here too.  But I don't have anything bad to say about him.  He follows my rules, is calm when the boys need him to be, and cooked dinner for us).  Just GAH.

Me:

She kept trying to be all lovey with me.  I don't do lovey with my mother because she takes it WAY overboard.  I tried not to grimace and flinch, but it was really difficult.

The Hospital:

The morning we were going to the hospital after taking the boys to school, my Dad called her about 6:30 to make sure she was awake.  She told him we were all still sleeping and that she didn't need to get up.  She didn't get up until 7:45 when we needed to leave by 8:15.  AND she went to get ready just as my husband was walking to the bathroom.  We were so close to being late for everything because of her.  Both times my obgyn came into my hospital room during my stay my mother my snoring like a dying elephant on the couch bed.  I was already up and dressed and my mother is laying on the couch snoring so loud that the nurses kept looking at her like, "Shut UP, Woman!".  It was embarrassing.

There are a lot of other things.  But that's enough that I feel cleansed and better now.  Thanks for letting this be a ranting place.  Once again, I'm glad she was here, even if it was hard to put up with.  We couldn't have gotten me in and out of the hospital without her.