Saturday can't come quickly enough
I took a long, hot bath this morning hoping that it might get labor started since it made labor progress so quickly with Audrey. It didn't do anything. A then I took a shower. When I got out and went to get some clothes Forrest was n the phone in the studio. I was talking to Vivienne when I heard Harrison yelling that he went poop. Dressed only in a towel, I wiped his bum. And then I saw my Grandma just sitting on Harrison's bed, where she's been sleeping, messing around on her computer. The room is a few feet away from the kids' bathroom. She heard him saying he'd pooped, knew that both Forrest and I were not available, and still let him sit there on the toilet waiting. I don't know what her deal is, but her sudden passive-aggressive attitude is total bullshit. She came expecting to help out a little and now she's just being ridiculous. This was not the bak I was expecting. She insists on hand washing all kinds of dishes, yet she doesn't actually get them clean. I pulled out a knife today while making lunch and it was disgusting. Her "help" is more trouble than it's worth. Hopefully things will be nicer when Forrest's mom is here. I never thought I'd be excited to spend time with my mother-in-law (she's actually pretty great, it's more the stereotype that I'd bought into) but I absolutely cannot handle my family. Now I've got a massive headache from my Grandma's hairspray. Fun times.