ugh, rant time, I hate when my brother comes over. first of all, he's always been extremely loud and…

ugh, rant time, I hate when my brother comes over. first of all, he's always been extremely loud and hyper and never tells you when hes coming over. he comes and disturbs everyone whenever he feels like it. this time he brought his dirty kids (seriously, my brother bathes once a month and his wife once a week, the kids probably less) that hes "babysitting" as he puts it, have absolutely no discipline, so while he's scaring my daughter with how loud he is (and she's already mad cause right when I've almost rocked her to sleep he busts through the door yelling "scooby doo!" for no reason) his 2 kids are going crazy. I go in the kitchen and keep finding the 2 1/2 year old standing on things, in my fridge, playing with the oven/stove nobs, at one point waving a large knife... and who is the one chasing him down and parenting him? me. then my brother asks if I have any breastmilk or if I could feed his kid (wtf?) because the little one is screaming luckily I had frozen breastmilk. I finally got him to leave after 2 hours of him and his kids all yelling and screaming. poor Belle was so tired.

ugh, what a headache.