is it friday yet?

If you're following me on Twitter you know how frustrated I am with my FIL.  I knew that him being here for a month would be too long but we had no idea when the baby would come and I wanted to be sure TC was comfortable with him before we had to go to the hospital.  But man, a month is a long time.  At least now I am sure (as I would be Doc is as well) that I made the right choice by saying he can not live with us full time. 

He's not a bad guy, let me just say that to be sure that it's clear.  He's not - he really loves the girls and I'm glad they are having a chance to spend time with him (well TC anyway, Little A is a bump on a log).  My main thing is that he's a smoker, he's been smoking outside but he's still not following my rules.  I told him that I don't want any tops that he's worn smoking in the house.  He has a jacket he wears when he's smoking in the backyard but I had to tell him to zip it up and remind him to wash his hands.  When he goes out for a walk he smokes and then just wears whatever he had on while smoking in the house.  He's been here for a month, I can smell smoke in my house.  Once he's gone I will be shampooing the couches and fabreezing the crap out of everything. 

I know people think that the job of the grandparents is to spoil the kids but when you're spending a month with those grand kids the little bit of spoiling turns into spoiled.  He lets TC play with his iPod touch even though I asked him not to, she isn't allowed to play with our smartphones and it just confuses her.  He feeds her junk food all day long.  We aren't food crazy or anything, she gets some junk but the staples of her diet are fruits, veggies, and other yummy healthy options.  Just this morning he gave her a cookie at 11:15, way too close to lunch (and ask the parents if she can have a cookie).  When he was making a pie she saw the apples and wanted a few slices, he brought her over apples covered in sugar and cinnamon - she loves APPLES why give her that crap when she would have been over the moon with just apples (and that was 30 minutes before bedtime...fun).  Her digestive system has been messed up because of the junk and she's gained a pound.  Doc and I have been trying to get her back on track but it's not easy.  And he gives her whatever he's eating so she now thinks that everyone's plates are just a buffet for her. 

Today TC was eating her lunch and FIL was heading out to the bowling ally, as he does everyday to get some nasty mess for lunch and he asked if we wanted anything.  We didn't then he started talking to TC about french fries - she was not eating fries and we had no plans to give her any.  Of course she's not even 2 so she hears french fries and she thinks she's getting them.  She refused to eat her sandwich, I told him that he was confusing her as he left.  When he came home with his food he brought it into the living room where we all were and refused her fries.  Why would he do that?  He knows that she's going to want them and there are plenty of other places where he could have eaten them.  I just took her to the other room until he was done.

The other major issue is his eating, he did give us money for food which was nice and unnecessary but I didn't expect that he would eat everything!  When I was craving brown sugar I made coffee cake and told him to help himself, he ate 3/4 of it and I had to ask him to save some for the pregnant lady.  Then there was the pie, Doc was excited because his dad makes a mean apple pie, I made the crust for him and he made the rest.  Then next morning he have a "piece" which was 1/4 of the pie then directly after he had that one he had another 1/4 pie piece.  I had a small piece that night then he finished it, Doc didn't get any.  He also gorged on the lemon bars I made and our Christmas leftovers.  He said he hoped to lose weight while he was here since the weather is so nice, he does go for daily walks be he walks his fat ass over the the bowling ally/diner to eat bacon egg and cheese sandwiches or entire small pizzas.  The least he could do if he's going to eat everything I make as if no one else in the house matters is thank me for busting my ass in the kitchen.

He has done some things around the house that I appreciate but over all it's been a disaster.  It's to the point where when I see him I tense up and find an excuse to leave the room.  I can't wait to have my house back, and it will be nice to nurse in my own home without a cover...