Hi, guys. We just found out that BM is about six weeks pregnant. I think that she was supremely stupid to tell SD6 about the pregnancy when she was still high risk, but whatever, I guess, she can do whatever shitty kind of job of parenting that she wants.

SD leaves tomorrow morning, thank GOD. Sadly, I still have to put up with her tonight. And I'm just sort of at the end of my rope. Her welcome has been really worn. We're at the fireworks show for our city, and it's well past her bedtime, so she's hyper. And she's sitting in SD's lap, running her hands through his hair, etc. I know that it should be fine. I'm just ready for her to be away now. Sigh. Only 12 more hours.......

I am clearly missing the gene required to be a good caregiver for children. Last night, SD6 woke up at 4:30 AM, crying for SO for something. All that SO told me was that it was "not important at all". She woke up again at 5:30 crying for him because she'd wet the bed. Both times, without knowing what she was crying about, my only instinct was to bury my head under my pillow and curse her under my breath for not shutting the hell up so that I could get some sleep.

Well. It's here. We're picking up SD after work, and she will be a constant fixture in the house until the morning of July 5. My birthday. If anyone has any spare bottles of wine lying around, please send them this way. Not even one day off. I'm definitely looking forward to dealing with crying about missing Mommy after about a week. 20 days without any physical contact with a parent when it's usually split about 40/60.... who even heard of such a thing.