Already it's like dinner with the exes family with my newborn... not the worse

Dinner with my exes father's girlfriend's family with my newborn... ok wtf

Need for baby and me to be "dressed nice"... are you fucking kidding me? 9 days pp and I can't fit into any of my pants yet, hell I don't know of my hips will ever go back, then there's the fact that I'm exclusively breastfeeding meaning all my dresses are out and a good 90% of my shirts, what's wrong with a tank top and leggings. ... and my baby has to be dressed up? I was lucky to have all her clothes donated considering the ex hasn't worked since march, which is mostly sleepers and onesies it's not like I have cute little dresses for her in every sizes.

I'm tired, cranky and annoyed and the dinner is an hour out of town and I had to give my ex gas money for it... omg wtf I may just snap.