I have a friend who, whenever the proverbial hits the fan, will send texts and saccharin photos of her DC doing something (e.g. on a swing, dressing up, choc smeared over face, smiling cutely). Now I am very fond of the DC in question but something about this irks me.
Last Friday I had a car crash (some idiot ploughed through a red light at a crossroad and went right into the drivers side, where I was) and was at home the next day just recovering and feeling quite shaken and tearful. Not really able to cope with my own kids and DH was trying to keep them calm and quiet, taking them out so I could just recover and get myself back together.
Friend texts me with "Hope ur OK. Here's a pic to cheer you up LOL" and there's a pic her DC going down a slide together.
Now I'm fond of her DC and really enjoy their company, but why does she think that when I'm feeling crappola I have any interest in cheesy pics of them.
I'd much prefer that she bloody well rang me and actually asked me how I was properly. It is now at the point that I dread her texts whenever something lairy's gone on because it puts me in a position of having to coo and ahhh over the cuteness of her DC when in actual fact I'm in a totally different place at that point.
Suspect a flaming coming as it's AIBU, but be gentle as I still feel bashed up.