my family always seems to forget that even though I am the most outgoing and extroverted, I have limits and anxiety moments too... and strangers walking into my bedroom giving no fucks and acting like it's normal will do it, I fucking guarantee you even if they're kids

ugh

and one of them just came up to me demanding a hotdog. with ketchup and relish.

dear fucking god, he's rummaging through my fucking fridge

okay. I want to run away from my own house right now

there's nowhere to hide

I just got asked if I live here...

this is MY FUCKING HOUSE

wtf

shoot me, Lec

and the tiniest intruder just got upset because I told her she didn't need to go upstairs

ok. if this oldest kid is supposedly old enough to watch his siblings, why did they have to come here to my house?

on a weekend when I have my grandkids?

I've hosted fucking birthday parties with fewer kids than this

and I didn't get any choice about it and am just supposed to smile and take it?

also, Brattiest won't come down and help because she gets to use the excuse of breastfeeding and "the guy tried to hit on me. he creeps me out"

....throw them all out. is that an option??

I wish

hubby has a guy he's been helping out by paying him to cut our lawn

cus hey, we've got things to do, too, so it helps everyone, right?

but the guy has 4 kids. and he brought them all

no one told or asked or warned me

as for if the guy actually hit on her or not, I don't know. it could just be him being friendly.

but she's allowed to feel uncomfortable

I'm just mad that apparently I'm not

I want to be done peopling for the day

sweet Jesus. hubby actually understands and agrees and isn't going to make me go to the home owners association picnic tonight

and told me Brattiest needed to get down here anywhere and parent her own kids

*anyway