Another rant coming up.
I'm having a c-section on Monday - conveniently the start of the summer holidays! My 2 eldest finish this Friday, DSS finishes tomorrow.
DP wanted to bring DSS here from tomorrow until Saturday. Initially I agreed to it, but I am ridiculously tired, boiling hot, I can't sleep and I already have my own 3 children in the house, including a very whiny toddler and I feel I just can't deal with DSS on top who is a handful himself, the constant fighting and bickering, the extra washing, cooking (DSS eats separate meals) and so on. So, I've put my foot down and asked DP to stay at his (DP's) mum's. I honestly just want to spend the last few days of my pregnancy resting. Cue lots of moaning from DP.
Then we have the summer holiday arrangements. DP would usually have DSS for at least 4 out of 6 weeks. As I'm giving birth, I've asked that he allows me to recover for the first week and then DSS comes over every Friday-Sunday instead, as the baby will still be tiny even at the end of the holidays.
However, DP's ex is just not happy with this change from the status quo! She seems to think that it would be 'best' for us to have him for half the holidays instead and sent DP a silly guilt trip text asking him if he's really happy "not to see his son for 4 weeks" and that the suggested arrangement is not fair on DSS, as he will be left with her mother!
How seeing him every weekend as he does now, equals not seeing him for 4 weeks I do not know. Not to mention, she has no other children and if leaving her son with her own mother is that bad, why can't she arrange something else! She doesn't even work a paid job, she's become a self made 'stylist' - it's ridiculous.
Then interfering MIL wants to know the same. Why can't we have DSS for the full holiday, and apparently if we can't then she will. This is a woman with so many health issues that she needs a bloody carer, how on earth does she think she'll be able to look after a defiant 6 year old on her own. She had him for a day once and was calling DP every half an hour, what a joke.
I half want to scream, and half want to kick DP out of my home for good and just get on with it. Virtually all the preparations for this baby have been done by myself, we haven't even put the cot up and yet DP seems more concerned about buying DSS a pair of sports shoes, because apparently DSS's mother - who he lives with full time - cannot. I am starting to feel like a nanny and not a mother/partner.
I'm more than ready to collect my evil stepmother of the year award and a double shot of Malibu and coke with it.