it isn’t even 12pm noon yet and i’m being driven up a WALL by my family. my husband is out of town on training, so i stayed with my parents for these 3 weeks.

well what’s worse than finding out your brother ate your cinnamon french toaster sticks? (one of my biggest breakfast cravings besides scrambled eggs and bacon)

answer: finding the EMPTY BOX IN THE GARBAGE.

I have also managed to go 20 weeks without social media knowing anything about my husband and i expecting our first child.

To which all the family we have told we are expecting, we have also followed that news directly by saying “and we would appreciate it if you would keep it off of social media”

well, that worked out well for me. all the family that knows has managed to keep their mouths shut, until it fell into the hands of my freaking aunt. her grandchild has autism, whether or not my cousin got him vaccinated prior to or whatever the case may be, they have become “those people” to me.

tagged in a fucking anti-vax post on facebook, along with my mom. it is a WONDERFUL day to be ME🙃

also followed by the fact that i’m pretty sure my MIL is being the most manipulative bitch she can, by telling me the past month and a half she’s going to send the maternity clothes she’s had stored in her attic so i wouldn’t buy any and “please use mine i have so many” when i know it’s still in her attic because i’ve withheld the gender of her grandchild because i know SHE can’t keep her mouth shut and my husband doesn’t even know yet. he’d know before he even got home, and i could’ve done that myself two weeks ago.

smdh

on another hand, another episode of the bachelor comes on tonight 🤣

RIP- ME. 🙃