Today is the day. DS has officially turned one and MIL has now been populating the earth for 71 years. In a turn of events that I should have seen coming, the roofers started on our Townhouse building today. DS is not a fan of loud noises.
Knowing that he would in no way, shape, or form go to sleep by himself in his bedroom for his nap, I made a little pallet on the floor of our living room and we took a nap together.
I wake up to a notification on my phone that MIL has posted two pictures. Looking to see what false version of herself she was going with today, I clicked on the notification to find that she gave herself a birthday shout out and my son as well. The pictures were a baby picture of herself and a picture DH had sent to her a couple of days ago of DS. For background, DH posts nothing on Facebook and doesn’t want DS on their either. He is okay with me putting up a picture and update, usually in conjunction with a holiday. The woman is well aware that we have decided that we will not be sharing his pictures with the world.
I was seething. My hand actually trembled a bit I was so upset. I was SO close to hitting the reply button and just going off on her. But, then I realized that’s what she wanted. She wants me to be the bad guy and make herself the martyr. So, I did the best thing for me and my sanity. I reported the picture. Husband saw her post after I did. He picked up the phone and I don’t think she’s enjoying the ‘birthday greetings’ from her first born.