Things are getting tense. Things are getting overlooked, I am getting overlooked and my mental health is suffering. People are starting to just make their own choices in reguards to Levi and it’s stressing me out. People are taking charge in situations when it should be me or my husband.
I don’t like it but I don’t know how to stand up for myself without making shit awkward. We’re going to be here for a lot longer so there is no way to do so. I think people forget WE are his parents.
An example (that is not serious but stressed me nonetheless):
I had been searching for sandals for Levi. It was hard with everything closed and buying things online for kids is hard. I’ve been complaining about it for weeks. I did find a decent pair online and when they came they were too big.
We hit phase 2 and I started going into stores and looking. Taking Levi with me every time I went out so he can try them on. One store was promising but they had nothing in his size. (They did have cute paw patrol ones but no luck). There was suddenly whispers between people about shoes, when I’d ask questions nobody would answer me. I felt frustrated.
I went out again that afternoon, and after walking in the 85°+ sun a few different days I FINALLY found sandals. They didn’t have the best grip but it was more to get him adjusted to wearing shoes. I was so happy my search was over. When I return from the store I was told “thank god you didn’t get those paw patrol ones.” Because she disliked them 🙄 and she hands me a pair of sneakers that he did not need.
Sneakers. For. The. Summer.
When it’s already 85°+ every day.
I got a million excuses on why he needed them. I say “I don’t get why you guys got sneakers when it’s so hot all the time? I don’t know when he’s going to wear them.”
And they didn’t like that. They didn’t like that I was brutally fucking honest.
Then I got confronted when I was alone, “you didn’t like the sneakers?”
I just restated what I said before. They are cute but when is he going to wear them. He needs sandals so his feet can breathe.
Later on that evening I’m being shown sandals on amazon that “have better grip. Perfect for running.”
Mind you he’s barely walking, a few steps here and there. I say they are cute and leave it at that because I JUST BOUGHT HIM SANDALS.
Well surprise surprise this morning I was showed that she ordered the sandals AND socks because apparently he has an issue with the socks he has? Like I don’t fucking understand???
Then she goes “this is okay right?” Like no it’s fucking not. You already ordered them.
So tomorrow I’ll go return the damn sandals I bought because clearly he don’t fucking need them.