Until her grandson was born.
She is over a few weekends a month. Not a big deal, totally normal, probably even welcomed for some mothers trying to get a few things done. But that's not me. I'm a first-time mom who took 3 months maternity leave & negotiated a work-at-home situation for the first year so I could SPEND TIME WITH MY SON. He is not in the way. He IS my way. I work him into every part of my day, from chores to work to grocery shopping.
When she's here, I don't see my son. All day long I hear: "Wanna come to Grandma?" as she's taking him out of my arms. Seriously, if it wasn't for breastfeeding I would never get to hold him while she's here. Additionally, I have been - for the last 3 weeks - trying to get him on a routine & when she's here, it all goes out the window. She also buys tons of clothes for him, so I never have a reason to buy anything for him myself. (I know, I have a lot of nerve complaining about not having to spend money.)
I didn't say what I was feeling was rational. In fact, part of me realizes it isn't. But reason often exits the stage with sleep when you're a new mom.
I love her. I do. But I'm so close to saying something I'd really regret because I'm exploding with rage inside.