The road to hell is paved with good intentions - it is here anyway.
Mil kindly babysat for us last night. Great
And that was all I asked her to do. We have 3 children - that's enough to keep anyone busy.
But wait! She has been a busy bee whilst we were out. She has taken it upon herself to 'sort out my washing'. Oh God.
Iknow Iknow she was only trying to help. But I so wish she wouldn't.
She thought the irorning pile was washing and has made some sort of illogical attempt at re-washing it. The remaining irorning pile now has dirty clothes mixed in with it. She has put the children's clothes away in all the wrong drawers including a wet swimsuit. I don't know what's where and keep getting snippets from the children about what else she got up to.
I am so
and I know I sound ungrateful, but I don't feel comfortable with her doing this at all part of me feels she feels she must think I'm not doing a good enough job. It's going to take ages to re-sort it all.