GAH!!! I mean GAH!!! Words just can't describe how pissed-off I am. Feel free to skip.
I was actually vaguely looking forward to my parents visiting. They've been here 17 bloody hours and Mum's felt it appropriate to tell me that my house is a mess and that the health visitor might report me to social services because of it. My house is CLEAN, yes, and no thanks to DH hurting his shoulder we did as little hoovering as we could, so yes, the rug could do with hoovering, but WTF. As it is I have little respect for health visitors (I've worked with a few and, whilst I'm willing to give them a go, frankly, well...). I also didn't get time to do the beds/was feeling pretty fecking shoocking yesterday. Unfortuatly the boys got on to her bed and ther's now fur on the sheet. BUT they said they were and DID bring sleeping bags with them, so what's the issue? They're the ones that leave the doors open so the boys CAN get on the beds.
Abi's room isn't sorted. OK, but they've failed to bring the furniture (my furniture, not theirs) with them the last 3 times they've visited - so where exactly did they WANT me to put the bin bags of baby gros etc?
She kicked this off by commenting that the scraps from dinner were left out overnight. OK, so we had a 2h antenatal class lastnight 7-9. I was in no mood to clear away scraps when I got back. They were here...couldn't she deal with that if she was so worried?
Then commented that there was 'stuff allover the surfaces'. Oh, so a bloody great hole in the celing, meaning I've had to empty cupboards to dry them out...that doesn't matter. And why isn't it fixed yet? Try, we have no money, it IS being fixed, but just can't get it done that quickly.
Then came the general comments about messiness. It's just not good. Why? Well, it looks bad, a health visitor isn't going to like it....well fuck them frankly. If a messy house is a good enough reason to be arsey with me they can fuck off out of my house and I'll be complaining.
Yes, the place needs a good tidy, but that's what I was planning on spending some of my maternity leave sorting. I only agreed to them coming up as they were being very persistent about "never seeing me" and wanting to see us more often because "Abi will miss out" (again, the use of Abi when it suits). No she bloody won't, not if she has to deal with a Mummy that's crumbling and having to re-build, every visit because she's made to feel like a complete fucking failiure constantly.
Oh gods. They're here 'til Thursday...