Do you know how everyone usually has that one family member that sponges off you and everything they do irritates you to the nth degree? Well THAT family (son of my dad’s cousin and his wife- what does that make them? My cousin twice removed? Who the heck knows or cares) showed up at our doorstep last weekend, just as we were getting ready to head out the door for a good friend’s daughter’s 1^st birthday party. Who even does that anymore?!!! Couldn’t they give us a heads up? What If we weren’t home? Come on people- it’s the 21^st century- use that cell phone of yours to at least give us the courtesy to let us know you guys are coming to sponge off us. Like we have all the time in the world- you know, as if we don’t work 5 days a week full time, as if we don’t have a 9 month old baby and almost 4 year old preschooler. I barely have time to talk to my husband- and here are these people- SURPRISING us at the doorstep. Excited much? UGH, I wish I could have made them disappear. 

Every Sunday night, I prep for my week. I had to get Zoya’s camp bag ready, prepare my Blueberry Steel Cut Oatmeal in the slow cooker, and put together all the milk bottles for Zayn the next day. While I’m doing all this- this uninvited family member asks, “Why are you so busy?” WHY AM I BUSY? SERIOUSLY? And then he proceeds to tell me I should cycle over to work and back (since it’s a 15 min commute). Ok sure Uncle, let me just throw Zoya onto my back, cycle over to her camp, drop her off, then cycle over to work, with my big ass backpack which I use to transport my breast milk and pump, and probably show up to work with sweat stains on my work clothes. 

The woman had told me that she would get my kids something (a gift) later in the week. Well guess what, they came, they ate my food, stayed in my house, and not once, were we gifted anything. Quite honestly, I usually don’t care about such materialistic needs- but at least pick up one tab, or get us groceries, or cook us a meal at home/help with meal prep. No, no such thing was done this week. 

What do they say? You can’t choose your family. No, I guess you can’t, but next time I can surely choose not to open that door.