I feel like I am slowly unravelling in to an angry angry person.
My 4 yo step daughter comes every week a couple of evenings for her dinner and to play and catch up with us both but obviously more so her daddy as they are like two peas in a pod.
Recently she's been coming and sitting in the living room because I personally think she's getting a little bored of her toys and being in her room on her own. So I asked her tonight if she would like to sort through her toys that she could donate to other kids or things that are just for chucking. Twice I asked and she came traipsing through with 1 random item or another then her dad eventually got off his arse and went through to 'help' her and again the pair of them came through with barely anything worthy of an actual clear out. I then said come on guys there's loads you're not playing with can we get this sorted so we have more room for when you get things at Christmas. She went through and her dad huffed about and then I heard them FaceTiming his dad. I am ashamed of this but I lost my cool when he did this and went through and picked one of the boxes up and asked her to come and look through the things with me like I had asked (by now 4/5 times) all the while his dad could see and I heard my OH sheepishly say 'I'll phone you back'.
My point is, I am 37 weeks pregnant and effing shattered. I went out and did all the Christmas shopping for my step daughter and have wrapped everything up and been super organised because we are gonna be having a baby in the next couple of weeks and I know I will have my hands full. I make all her meals, give her baths, dress her and buy her new clothes and plan and take her on wee trips to keep her occupied whilst my OH watches on happily because he doesn't really know how to 'deal' with little girls. I also have her on my own when he's working the weekends we have her so whilst I appreciate parenting is hard work, I think I go way above and beyond what my role is.
Don't get me wrong I am the strict one and I don't let her off with crocodile tears or acting the goat so she respects me and behaves really well while he gets to come across as the fun one without rules or limits.
He lost his temper with me tonight after the toy saga and he's now away dropping her back home (as is normal for 8pm) whilst I sit here in floods of tears thinking I am coming across like an absolute monster.
I am so bloody fed up of feeling like the bad one but I am so tired of running around like a headless chicken when I should be resting up with preeclampsia and a baby bump that's so heavy I feel like I could collapse.
Not sure why I am posting really but needed to vent 