Sorry ladies, huge rant, please feel free to skip, I just need to let off steam.
So today it took my mother all of 5 minutes to send my blood pressure through the roof. That's a record, even by her standards. She's come over to spend today with DD, which I thoroughly encourage, and am happy for her to do, especially this week while DP's abroad for a wedding. However, I always try to get out of the house as she's coming in, and today just proved why.
DD & I were 'having words' anyway, about toys left all over the floors downstairs, which I asked her several times to take upstairs to her bedroom before finally losing my rag and shouting that it was all going in the bin. Cue mother's arrival, just as DD is sobbing and I'm stomping off trying to get ready for work.
I asked her to take DD for a bit while I finished getting ready, assuming that would help calm DD down. Except mother decides to follow me into the bathroom, carrying DD, and start quizzing me over how much she now weighs. I have no f**king idea, she's 3, I haven't weighed her since she was a baby. She looks healthy, so why would I need to. (Please feel free to tell me this makes me a terrible mother, and that I should know my DD's weight in metric and imperial from her date of birth until she leaves home).
Then, as I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting on make up, mother helpfully points out the fact that I have a couple of spots. Yes, the ones I'm desperately trying to conceal right now. It wasn't appreciated when she make those kind of comments to me as a 13 year old, it sure as hell isn't helpful now. So I shouted back "yes, mother, I f**king love pregnancy, it does wonders for my skin....AND MY TEMPER" before going to finish getting dressed.
Finally, before leaving, I sat down with DD on my lap, to apologise for shouting. But re-iterated the fact that I had asked her several times to pick up her toys, and I don't expect to have to keep asking. I've told her time and again that she can bring toys out of her room to play with in other parts of the house, but they have to go back when she's finished with them, or I will just throw them away. At which point mother interrupts to say "don't worry darling (to DD) after the baby's born everything will be different". So I say quite sternly over the top of her "no, it won't, this is a household rule for DD and it will be the same for the baby. this is nothing to do with me being pregnant, this is to do with us trying to keep DD's toys safe and our house tidy".
As I left the house, she told me to be careful, as there was ice on the roads. I am 32 years old and expecting my second child..... I CAN DRIVE IN ENGLISH WINTER WEATHER CONDITIONS, THANK YOU VERY F**KING MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, maybe some of you love your mums dearly, and wish they could visit you more. Mine simply drives me to anti-depressants.