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