Being Momma G: Day 79

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Yes, Mum and Dad and Nana, I'm looking squarely at you. Please avert your eyes now, and move on to another post, or another blog entirely.

And yes, uncles and aunties who are also visiting this blog, I am looking at you too. For the sake of not wanting to upset you with my foul language, please look away now.

Click off to a happier place. I'll even give you a few places to go. Please click here, or here, or here, or here, or here, or even here. Please do not read on.

If you are still reading this, you have only yourself to blame for getting upset with my foul language.

Are you sure you want to be reading this? Absolutely sure? All right, I've warned you enough times. Here we go.

Fuck off, Evil Witch. Just fuck off and die.

Who the fuck do you think you are, giving me orders and telling me to tell my family to rejig their schedules to suit yours? Do you honestly think you are that fucking important that people who have never met you (and have no intention of ever meeting you) are expected to drop everything and bow at your feet and agree to your fucking unreasonable and outrageous demands?

You are a fucking worthless piece of shit, and just because you can and do order your own parents around, that does not give you the fucking right to demand that I do the same to mine to suit you. Fucking idiot.

Just fuck off and die, you fucking waste of space.

After a fairly hectic night, when both Sean and I fell asleep during the midnight feed resulting in Sean sleeping in our bed until 2am, and then when Sean fell asleep during the 5am feed and needing to be resettled afterwards, I was feeling quite zonked and drained when Mina came into our room at 6.30am. As always, my hero came to my rescue, and it was Jonathan who resettled Sean, and it was Jonathan to put Mina back to bed for a little while longer before they both got up for breakfast and to play quietly in the lounge room, so I could sleep for a bit longer.

I woke up to Jonathan and Mina talking to the Evil Witch on the phone (on loudspeaker, so I could hear the Evil Witch's voice), discussing the (apparently) new arrangements for Sunday night drop offs, with Mina staying for dinner every Sunday night. I heard Jonathan say to the Evil Witch that once Mina had sorted out her issues with the sleepovers, then we would go back to the previous arrangements of Mina sleeping over 2 nights every fortnight, and be dropped off before dinner every Sunday night. Jonathan also mentioned that he and I would like to return to our pattern of having dinner with my parents on Sunday nights.

The Evil Witch asked why we couldn't take her with us to have dinner with my parents before dropping her home. Jonathan explained that dinner usually started at 6.30pm (which they do) and continue on until 8pm, so if we were to take Mina, we would not be returning her until 9.30pm, which was far far far too late.

Let me just interject here to let you know that we were never asked about the new arrangements of having dinner with Mina every Sunday night. About this time last year, the Evil Witch demanded that Mina went home for dinner every Sunday night, and that we were to drop her off by no later than 5pm. The Evil Witch went on to say that she felt she wasn't spending enough time with Mina, and in order to have more time with her, the Evil Witch wanted Mina home earlier on a Sunday. We agreed, because we failed to see the point of arguing with her.

Mina was extremely unhappy about the new arrangements. We had assumed that the Evil Witch would tell Mina of the new arrangements, but you know what they say about people who assume, and we certainly made an ass out of ourselves. On the first Sunday with the new arrangements in place, Mina started planning what we were to have for dinner, and we told her that she wasn't having dinner with us and that she was going home for dinner. Mina burst into tears and was quite upset with the plans. It came to light that Mina was never informed of the new arrangements.

After we calmed Mina down, we asked her to tell the Evil Witch how upset she was about the new arrangements and that she wanted to have dinner with us, and we hoped that by Mina telling the Evil Witch how she felt, we could work something out that would make Mina happy. Unfortunately, when it came time to tell her mother that she wanted to stay and have dinner with us every Sunday night, Mina was ambushed by the Evil Witch and ended up agreeing to what the Evil Witch wanted. The Evil Witch's exact words to Mina, when we told her that Mina didn't want the new arrangements, were "Oh, well, plans change, so deal with it."

So, for months and months and months, we had been returning Mina home by 5pm every Sunday. Last weekend, at Mina's request, she stayed for dinner with us and was dropped home at 7pm. This weekend, we were simply told by the Evil Witch that we were to keep Mina until after dinner and to be dropped home by 7pm. Not asked. We never get asked anything. We only get told. Fucking stupid woman.

And before anyone jumps down my throat for being a bad stepmother, let me tell you that I love having Mina over for dinner on a Sunday night. My gripe is with the fucking idiot, who did not give us any notice at all that the plans had changed.

So after telling the Evil Witch that we were happy to have Mina for dinner tonight, and finding out that one of the reasons for us having Mina was because the Evil Witch had made plans to be out with her partner for dinner, the phone call finished and Jonathan hung up. A few minutes later, Jonathan received a text message from the Evil Witch, asking why my parents couldn't come to our house for dinner on a Sunday night, so Mina can have dinner with my parents as well as me and Jonathan, and thereby allowing her to have her social life back on a Sunday evening.

I beg your fucking pardon???

Firstly, my family has nothing to do with the Evil Witch. So why did she think she had a right to make suggestions about how my family should spend time together? Secondly, we agreed to an arrangement that she demanded last year, not requested; demanded. But now, apparently, the arrangements no longer suit her, so she was demanding again that the arrangements change. A request would be great. But the fucking idiot with no fucking ideas continued to demand things of us. So unfair.

Why can't she mind her own fucking business? Why can't she get a life and stop sticking her nose where it doesn't belong? She must be so bored and so unfulfilled with her own life that she feels she must create chaos and misery in other people's lives. Ultimately, though, I don't give a flying fuck why she's causing problems. Just stay the fuck away from me.

Fuck off, twat. Just fuck off and die. Keep the fuck out of my life. You have no fucking place in my life, nor anything to do with me, and I have no intention of ever inviting you back into my life. You fooled me once, shame on you. You will never fool me again into thinking you are a reasonable human being. Fuck off. Just fuck off.

So so so so SO sick of this fucking bullshit. I'm done. Just fuck off and die, you stupid fucking idiot.

That was my morning. How I hate dealing with that fucking insufferable woman.

Thank goodness the little guy was gorgeous. Sean woke just after midnight, fed, and was no trouble at all going back to his own bed afterwards. He woke again at 5am, had a fussy feed on one side only, and after only an hour of sleep, decided he wanted some company. Jonathan got out of bed and resettled him, before Mina came into our room at 6.30am wanting to know if it was time for breakfast. She'd obviously forgotten the rule about not coming into our room before 7am. I was too tired to tell her to go back to bed, and thankfully, Jonathan by now was awake enough to deal with Mina.

I slept until 8.45am, when I was woken by the sound of the Evil Witch's voice. What a horrible way to wake up.

Sean woke around 9am and had a better feed before having some great play time on the floor with the jungle gym and various toys. The play time wore him out, and Sean slept until nearly 12.30pm before waking for another feed.

After lunch, Sean and I went to Epping to visit a few friends at the Epping Club Wedding Expo. Our lovely friends Charmaine and Sam were exhibiting their wares and services, as was the lovely Jennie.

Charmaine and I met while we were both in hospital after giving birth to our sons, who were born one day apart. Charmaine and I both experienced problems breast feeding and met while we were receiving advice from the gorgeous Margaret the lactation consultant on how to breast feed our babies. Since coming home with our babies, we had kept in touch, with plans for a face to face catch up when things at home settled down.

Charmaine has a wedding planning business called Be Our Guest, in perfect partnership with her husband Sam, who is the director of Samaine | Photography. Since I hadn't seen either Charmaine nor Sam since we left hospital, Charmaine and Sam exhibiting at the Wedding Expo was a perfect chance for me to swing by and say hi.

Jennie was our florist for our wedding, and we clicked the moment we met to discuss our wedding floral requirements. Jennie was also pregnant at the time - her little man CP is a few months older than Sean - so we had been able to share our joyful journeys to motherhood. Since the wedding, Jennie and I had remained in contact with each other via Facebook. Jennie was also exhibiting her floral creations at the Expo, which meant I could visit Jennie as well as Charmaine and Sam.

Sean was in a good mood in the car the whole way to Epping, and remained so while I tried to find Charmaine & Sam and Jennie's stands. I had Sean in the Minimonkey sling and he was happy enough to be carried around. Sean was pretty tired, and by the time I found Charmaine and Sam's stand, he was almost asleep.

Charmaine looked terrific, and Sam looked as chuffed as ever. They were quite proud of their stand - very elegant and simple and showed off Charmaine's wedding invitations perfectly, and there were quite a few enquiries when I was at the stand, talking to Charmaine. We had a very speedy catch up, talking about our kids, and they cooed over Sean, who spent most of the catch up happily dozing. It was good to hear Charmaine's son Christian was doing well, and it was great to see Charmaine looking fantastic. You would not be able to tell she had a child 10 weeks ago!

I spent about 20 minutes at the stand, talking with Charmaine. I felt a little guilty that I was taking up so much of her time, but she was keen to talk, so I stayed on for a bit. Eventually though, after making plans to catch up with Charmaine over coffee at a later stage, I bade them farewell as they were swamped with enquiries, and headed around to the next exhibition area to look for Jennie.

Jennie saw the baby before she saw me, and spent time cooing over the little man who she had been looking so much forward to meeting. Jennie's stand was lovely, but there appeared to less bouquets than I'd expected. Jennie explained that the Expo organisers had asked to use her creations in the fashion parade, which Jennie gladly agreed to, as it was great exposure for Jennie and her business. We chatted for a while before I realised Sean and I had been out for ages, and that to avoid Sean screaming all the way home in the car, we really should be heading off. Before we left, I took Jennie around to introduce her to Charmaine and Sam - it's all about networking!

Sean and I left after that. We came home and had a feed, and the little man enjoyed a little bit of play time with Mina before going to bed. Dinner followed soon afterwards, and before we knew it, it was time for Jonathan to take Mina home. Not long after they left, Sean woke up and had a good feed, and Jonathan came home just in time to run the bath and give the little man his bottle.

After the traumatic morning, I am now totally pooped. I'm going to head off to bed and hope that I won't have nightmares tonight about the Evil Witch. Every time she upsets me, I have nightmares, either with her chasing me with a knife, or with Jonathan leaving me for her and saying that it would be for the best interest of Mina that he returned to the Evil Witch.

How I wish I can switch off every time she upsets me. I must learn to block her out. I must. For my sanity, I must!