*twitch* (rant)

I really don't know if this is just pregnancy hormones or the fact that my future in laws are indeed - jerks.  All of 'em.  Including their little doggies. 


Let's go back a little.  In November my FMIL and FSIL got into it.  So much so, that my FSIL assulted my FMIL.  So, my FSIL and her son moved out.  Thank God.  Yes, it was only 2 houses down, but she was out of our house.  I, for one, was so happy.  I dispise Greg's sister.  She never has anything nice to say and she's manulpative.  Just an all around bad person.


Fast forward about 2 weeks.  FSIL is getting evicted from where she's living now.  So, let's go over to our "mom's house" and cause havoc over there!  Let's bring in our little doggie that ISN'T house broken.  *facepalm*  This dog is teaching our two dogs that it's okay to use the house as it's restroom.  It's so gross.  The thing is, they don't go downstairs, where there's doggie pads....they go UPSTAIRS where my FILs don't go.  (FMIL can't climb stairs well and FFIL just stays downstairs with her)  Greg and I have had enough and we have to buy a baby gate to keep the dogs away from upstairs.  It's that bad.


I'm tired of mopping up after them...and frankly it hurts.


Ohhhh but it gets so much better! Weeeeeeeee


FSIL and her sons are getting evicted where they live now.  They found a new place, which is great!  They're not allowed to have dogs...so guess who gets their little poop machine?
That's right!  We do.


*Facepalm till I bleed*


They need to do something with this dog.  With all of these dogs.  I need Ceasar.  He'll fix 'em real good.


Now I need to relax, cause everytime I start to get pissed the little one inside of me decides it wants to move around so much that it feels like mommy is going to up-chuck.


Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee