Alexander has a horrendous rash. REALLY bad. Not just kinda bad, I mean....we called doctors. Personally, I shall give you other theories.
My theory: Our diaper rash ointment has Always worked. It's never given me a problem, ever. He's been fine.

NOW. For about a week, Steve didn't have a job. During this time, Steven apparantly had an issue with changing Alex's diaper, because I came home one night and he had a horrible rash. I knew it was because Steve wasn't taking as good of care of him as he could be. He was too busy playing on the computer.
THEN, Sharon decides that it couldn't be her precious baby boy. Oh no. NO, it's the ointment. She throws away anything we give her, and uses Benzenoide Zinc Ointment or something. Whatever it is, it's supposed to be for burns or minor cuts. Rashes,...yeah. NOT SO MUCH. So he comes home with a swollen diaper area and sadness.
And immediately Sharon is saying we aren't changing his diaper enough. We need to soak him in sea salt. We need to start being more diligent. Me, basically. Steve can do no wrong with me around.
So we do it. Then she calls today and says "I'm taking him to MY doctor tomorrow." *disclosure* please not, this is not a pediatrician, nor is this a qualified Medicare doctor. So she'd shell out money, blah blah blah, and we would never hear the end of it. Thanks, but no. I got a hold of the Pediatrician, and we're going in tonight.

I am so sick of his parents. Over the weekend, his dad called and told Steve not to give me his debit card or information-I was a sneaky, twisted bitch that couldn't be trusted.

He's a two-faced, back stabbing, racist hillbilly.

I'm sick of it. I'm ready to take Alexander and go.