Living with my parents is becoming too hard. I mean REALLY too hard. We're butting heads over everything and it is driving me nuts that we have such different parenting styles. My dad has literally ruined Colin - he will give him anything and everything he wants and totally undermines me as a parent - saying crap to Colin like, "If she loved you she would give it to you." WHAT THE HECK? I DON'T give him junk to eat because I LOVE him. ARGHHH!!!! I just cannot take it anymore!!! I have worked too hard trying to be the best parent I can be to have my folks screw it all up...Colin is starting to have some serious behavior problems. When I say "no" he looks at me and goes, "I'll just go ask Nana/Pop-Pop." I could SCREAM!!!
The other day, I was cleaning in my sister's room - the one that Camden and I were going to sleep in after his arrival. (So as to not bother Les and Colin in the other room.) Well, Dad had a fit saying that we could NOT alter her room in any way...that she could need it at any moments notice and we'd just have to put everything back and sleep in the basement. My sister moved six hours away...she just started a new job and was just last week complaining that she wouldn't get to come home until she had worked her first year and accumulated enough vacation time. Dad's other reasoning for leaving her room "ready and waiting" on her? My sister's DOG. Yes, people, not only are we knocked down a notch on the totum pole by my parents' CAT (DH is severely allergic and they let the cat get all over DH's stuff), but my sister's DOG now outranks us. Dad told me that Toby needed the room too...???? Gosh, gotta love 'em.
When I talked with Mom about it, she was all defensive of my sister and yes, the dog. She told me they had to come first. Who cares about my newborn...let's just throw him in the cold, damp, basement to sleep during the freakin' dead of winter!!!
Mom them proceeded to throw up in my face all that they had done for us. I just love when they do that. Yes, they have given us a place to stay, and we are very thankful to them for that, but to have every minute detail thrown back at you??? I've busted my butt every minute that I'm here...they leave me lists of things to do during the day...I try my best to do everything, but nothing is EVER good enough. Have they forgotten that I have a 2 year old to watch and care for and I'm freakin' 8.5 months pregnant? That I've had PTL twice and hospitalized for it? I'm supposed to be on bedrest...
Here we go again. I'm back to being so frustrated and depressed. I've called all around today to find us an apartment. I'm desperate. I even lied to one lady and said we only had one child just so we could maybe have the cheaper rated one bedroom apartment. Of course, it would probably never work and we'd get caught...in NC you can only have 2 to a bedroom. No matter if the other 2 are babies.
This is just too hard. I'm back to just wanting to stop caring about everything and give the heck up.