Just TRY to tell me it's not a competition

The she-ex continues to be nice and agreeable but there is something that she does that just makes me crazy:

When she comes to pick up Emily, I invite her in. Partly to be polite, but mostly because I don't want to let all of the warm air out of the house by standing with the door open. (Lets be honest here)

She'll stand at the door and yell, "Come on Emily." I'll tell her that Emily's just cleaning up her toys and will be up in a minute. Then the she-ex will just walk in the house (without taking off her shoes) and go to wherever Emily is. Emily then takes advantage of the opportunity.

Last night she had to show her Mom the progress that Hubby's been making on the family room. She took her upstairs to show her our Christmas tree and the presents under it. There was something in her room that she wanted to show her Mom. The she-ex trapsed all over my house.

I said to Hubby, "Why don't we just open all of our drawers for her so she can take inventory of everything that we have? Maybe she'd like to see how our underwear is folded?"

It pisses me off that she doesn't let me past her doorway and Emily keeps telling my kids that her Mom doesn't want them to come over to her house. Kianna wanted to see Emily's bedroom at home. The she-ex wouldn't allow it. They have a pool in their backyard. Emily constantly brags in the summer time about swimming in it and then tells my kids, "My Mom said that you guys can't come over."

Why then does she feel that she's entitled to make herself at home in my home? Does it make her feel better than me that she lives in a detatched house and mine's a semi? Is she looking at my hand me down furniture and applauding herself that she was able to buy everything brand new? She comments that my living room and kitchen are too small and that she so enjoys having a second bathroom. (We only have one) When I mentioned that my vacuum cleaner broke, she had to let me know that she had two. Not that she offered one.

She acts as if she owns the place. She doesn't. In fact, Hubby owns half her house. As his wife, that makes me partial owner of her house. I wonder how she'd feel if I just pushed my way in and made myself comfortable upstairs on one of the beds?

AAaahh Okay, I've vented. I feel much better now.

BTW...for those of you dying to know what I did about the vacuum situation....I bought a Bissell. I couldn't find a Dyson in Canada and didn't feel like making the trek across the bridge to look for one. My patience had run out and so I bought the best vacuum cleaner that Walmart had to offer. It's good. My first bagless. It's very eye-opening to actually see the filth that you've been living in.