Just a rant about MIL

Here I am, hiding in my bedroom. Swollen with milk because MIL decided to throw a 1 month lunch party for my newborn at my house. Despite my asking over and over and over that no one come over. The ONE thing I asked for this postpartum was to be left alone. No "help" is a worth entertaining company. I don't want people bringing me food because the people stay!

I can't nurse my baby right now because my MIL will literally put her face in my boob and talk to the baby. Hello! That's my boob! I've tried to tell her that it makes me uncomfortable. But she just says , oh no it's ok, I don't care. I don't care if you don't care!!!!

I feel like a wild animal that threw their young to the predator so they could escape. I handed her the baby and went hide with the excuse of "doing laundry". Baby is sleeping, so it's fine. But I really want everyone out of my house.

We are waiting for my parents to arrive so we can start eating. Of course they're late.

I'm just ranting. The worst part about having children is that now everyone wants to be in my bubble. Fuuuuuuuuck.