(I posted this on Saturday but I am adding updates)
I blogged last week about how BM wanted us to take the skids for a few hours Saturday. Since FDH worked at both of his jobs with a break between 2 and 7 he told her we'd take them just until her mom gets off of work in the afternoon. She said she'd drop them off at 1 at our house.

I almost took the dog for a walk to get some energy out of him before they got here, but instead, at about 12:25 I jumped in the shower. I only take like 5 minute showers but when I got out, I heard this loud BANGING on the front door. I listened for a minute and heard the skid's voices. She was there a half hour early.

I started getting pissed thinking I'm not answering the door yet! BM NEVER allows us to drop off skids even 10 minutes prior to our specified time, we have to sit in her parking lot if we arrive early. So, I decided I'd let her sit in the driveway. Plus, I figured she can call me to see what's up -- she has my number. Oh, and she could have called me to let me know she was coming a half hour early. By the way, BM lives only about a mile from our house so it's not like she had any reason to leave so early.

So I turn the shower back on in case they can hear it somehow. I dink around in the bedroom, the whole while just getting more and more pissed off because she's literally BANGING on our front door. The whole side of our house sounded like it was going to fall apart. (PS -- WE HAVE A FREAKIN DOORBELL). I peeked out the window and saw the skids playing in the snow, so I know it's BM banging. The blood was starting to curdle, I swear.

So it's 12:40 and I finally decide to turn off the shower and give it about 2 more minutes. I get dressed. My hair's still wet so it still looks like I just got out. As I'm going down the stairs to open the door, FDH calls me. BM called HIM at work to tell him I'm not answering! Like she can't frickin dial MY number???

Anyway, I open the door, call the kids in, and BM comes up to the door (she had finally retreated toward her car). I say, "I was in the shower" and she looks at me and laughs. Then the kids start to laugh at my wet hair. Thanks. So she proceeds to take the skids coats off for them and hands me their McDonald's (why she couldn't just eat there and come at 1 like she planned?) and NOT ONE WORD OF APOLOGY, OF THANK YOU, or ANYTHING. It's not so much that she arrived early that I was mad about, it was her complete lack of consideration about hte entire thing!! You'd treat a babysitter better than that! You'd tell them THANK YOU, you'd let them know you were going to be early or at least apologize for it. She could just have ONE OUNCE of consideration for anyone but herself!!!!! She could have texted and said, "Oops, I'm early, is that okay?" or SOMETHING...or I don't know, maybe said, "I'm sorry we're early" or "Thank you for taking them today." NOTHING.

THEN, she says, "By the way, Son is running a fever and feeling really icky." Ohhh, THANK YOU, BM, I'm 38 weeks pregnant and could really use the flu from your kid!!!!!!!!

I immediately called FDH and went to a private room and told him he better REAM HER for being so inconsiderate. It is taking everything I have to not text her "YOU'RE WELCOME" or something else snotty...instead I called my sister and vented (and cried...yes the hormones must be raging today. I know that in reality, these things are SMALL...I get that. But when the small things happen over and over and over again it's frustrating...and it doesn't help that I'm emotional and hormonal.

So when FDH came home at 2, I cried to him too. I told him how disrespected I always feel by BM. I told him the babysitter analogy and he made the excuse, "Well she thinks of you as a parent, and you don't really treat other parents like strangers/babysitters." I told him that's BULLSH** because SHE gets to choose "when" I am a parent!??? She gets pissed if I want to go to something for the skids that is for "parents" because as she so puts it, SHE's the MOTHER.

I asked FDH if he called her and gave her a piece of his mind, and when he told me he hadn't, I got really upset with him and told him I want him to back me up and defend me. I blew up at him. I told him how I'm always picking up her parenting slack and I just wish someone would hold her accountable or try to make her recognize it!! He ended up apologizing that he didn't do it right away but that it would be pointless at this point, a few hours later. She was already with her friends, he'd be lucky if she even answered, and then she'd just say he was badgering her and she wouldn't get the "point" anyway and would just say what an ass he was. He said he'll talk to her on Monday (today). We'll see what happens there.

Poor SS3 was MISERABLE. He sounded like Darth Vader when he breathed. I felt so bad for him. FDH asked the skids if they had been given any medicine and they said "No, Mommy said she didn't have any." This is a lie because we just gave cold medicine to daycare on Friday for SS3, and daycare NEVER keeps medicine over the weekend -- she always sends it with. So her poor kid has a fever and is miserable and she can't even frickin give him any medicine??? Just carts him off to everyone else's house and forgets about him.

So fast forward to when BM's mom comes to pick up the skids on Saturday afternoon. She walks in the door and screams up the stairs, "So when are you having THAT KID?" I yelled down, "Any day!" and she goes, "You should have it on March 4th because that's MY birthday!" I just answered with silence and hoped she got the point. FDH said sarcastically, "We'll try."

This family has no tact!

One last thing: The whole reason she wanted us to take the kids was so she could go to a "work bowling party". We checked her Facebook out yesterday, and it was NOT a work party, it was this 80's bowling party with her friends -- ONE of which she happens to work with. She posted a ton of pictures from the day/night with them. Yet another lie.