So today was pretty horrible. I'm pregnant, and I had an appointment to go to after I got my bio daughter (8) and step daughter (12) off to school and packed up my son(20month) (common between my husband and I).

Get to my appointment my son goes bonkers from sitting through traffic the office wants me to fill out history in their new patient portal because they don't want to do it from the paper forms they gave me years ago.....ok fine. My son is running through the clinic like a crazy baby. Laughing as I chase him....he was having a grand time. I just gave the tablet back and told her the questions were against my religion.....I told her it was against my religion to neglect children for technology. So she just glared at me and gave my paper records to anther lady and had her translate them into the computer.

On to my appointment, vaginal ultra sound (wasn't aware that I needed an ultra sound at 7weeks). So I have my son sitting on my chest playing patty cake with me while my feet are in the stirrups getting vaginally probed for signs of life. The conversations were just so bizarre couldn't help but think about how I never saw this for myself when I was in high school. So soon enough after probing she finds signs of life. After repeatedly making it clear she had her doubts I was pregnant. Then tah-dah she finds the heart beat! And after taking pics of various organs that my son was apparently squishing into odd places by bouncing on me she was done with the vag probe, YAY!!!

Doc "consults" me which is basically at my point in child bearing "you've been here before, anything abnormal? Need any meds?" So after the negative responses I was done being consulted. And walked out knowing life is brewing in me and all around me. And couldn't help but think "now i will be outnumbered 4:1 instead of 3:1 :-(.

Get home, eat, throw up, brush teeth again, take baby to park, put him down for a nap, take a nap myself, get up to get my younger kid from school, help with homework, older kid gets home. House is trashed....start getting girls everyone on board to clean. Step kids grandpa knocks on the door (as per our agreement that he takes her most weekends because she needs to be around her bio family and not just me for both our sakes).

Sounds ok doesn't it?

Until I hear four people walk into my house, her grandpa, her uncle, his wife and their kid (whom I barely know their names because they live out of state and I never hear from them ever. Except that they think we should give our 12 year old a phone (that the school has written reports on how low her self esteem etc is). I won't ever get her a phone because a. I really believe she's going to throw her vagina at the first boy who agrees to date her b. she's hell bent on exposing herself as the biggest flirt on any forum possible and I will be damned if I hand her the tools to do so and pay a monthly fee for her to do it. And most important reason, I do not trust her at all....not even a little bit. So I tell them I wasn't expecting company and they'll have to wait for her outside. They say they want to see my son ( I'm POSITIVE the grandpa had to remind them of his name on the way over here) so I send my daughter and my son to the front porch with the unannounced out of state basically strangers "family". While my husbands older daughter packs her stuff for the weekend. Then she hugs my kid good bye and turns to me while she is half way down the walkway and says "mom! Can I have a hug from you?" I know I know "aw she's reaching out for motherly affection right?"

Fuck no!

This kid HATES me she talks shit about me to her grandpa, anyone who will listen really, including my own kid. I see her make faces at me every time my back is turned she's even flipped me off (we have a lot of windows and I see lots of reflections). I just ignore it because she will just deny it, she will start crying (which is her go to method for obtaining sympathy). Anyways we embrace (in a one armed "there you got your scene" kind of way). And she scampers down to her family. Then I call my husband, to tell him that I do not want his family dropping by uninvited and unannounced ever ever ever again. I am pregnant, and I have had terrible morning sickness some days I am only able to hold one meal down. And I am out numbered 3:1. Also I got an email from the oldest daughters teacher saying money has gone missing and to be on the look out. So I go through her back pack.....I find dirty underwear wrapped in a grocery bag in her backpack......I don't even want to confront her about it I don't want to know what the hell is going on there.....I just tell her out of state dad who I guarantee will do NOTHING about it. But no money which is what I was looking for. So I leave her backpack as is and go about my day.

Well apparently I'm a bitch for not inviting unannounced visitors in my home with open arms.....well duh.....it doesn't take etiquette schooling to know that's rude, I have tolerated it from father in law but now that he has pulled that stunt twice he will find the locks changed and me otherwise engaged every time he comes over unannounced. I'm tired of the assult on my privacy. I'm sick, I'm out numbered, I have to go it alone with a largely absent spouse who I feel dumped his put of control kid on me so he wouldn't have to raise her. And really how could she ever have manners when raises by people who lack manners to the point of showing up once a year unannounced? I'm just venting but holy shit!