I swear if you don't take your self, your kids, and all your obnoxious commentary with you to your actual home instead of mine, I will kick you out. I am already in a really bad mood, which was made worse by the fact that your kids have woken me up three times throughout the night, I walked downstairs to see the entire place covered with toys, and your kid screaming for you when you're just sitting on your laptop. (which is what woke me up the last time)
This is not your house. Your kids cannot get every single toy out of the toy room and throw them in every other room of the house. And then you get mad at me when I tell them to start picking up? Oh, that's right. Your kids don't have an ounce of responsibility. They don't have to pick up their toys at home. You say they'll do it later, but if you don't, I will personally write you an angry text. Our house is already a disaster because of you suddenly deciding that we had to cater to you and let you and your kids sleepover when that was never a plan. Stop just expecting us to solve all of your problems.
And why the heck are you just sitting on your laptop when your kid is screaming your name over and over? Obviously that's going to wake someone up, especially since you left my door wide open, which, by the way, you opened at six a.m. Remember that? I do. I thought it was common sense to close a door after you opened it, but apparently not.
And lastly, you invited yourself over to spend the night so someone could watch your kids while you went shopping, which inhibited us a few times, and now, you won't leave. Hello. Shopping is done. Leave the premises. You have been here for almost twenty-four hours and I'm ready to strangle you. I'm getting really tired of you just inviting yourself over, criticizing everyone and everything, never cleaning up after your kids or yourself, and expecting us to cater to you. Maybe your actual siblings/mom did that for you, but we are not your siblings or mom. We do not have to cater to you. We won't. You made my mom so upset because you told my sister some crap story, which made my sister really mad at my mom, which then made my mom almost burst into tears. All because you went and shot off your big mouth when my mom didn't say anything like that. You cause more fights than I can count. You are raising our stress level from a five to a nine. Every single freaking day.
/superlongangryrantaboutobnoxiousrelative
Edit: Oh great, now her child is screaming for her. Again. And she didn't respond at all for three minutes. I love your kids, but not when they're screaming. Constantly. For you.