Today marks month 2 of my home renovation incarceration.

SS is at his Dad’s until next week. The CO states that his father gets him for most of the summer. This is the first year SS has gone to his Dad’s without uttering a single complaint, and with good reason, because DW is acting like a female Bob Villa in heat. The fact that SS failed two courses is also a reason SS is trying his best to be a “persona non-grata”. We haven’t heard a peep from this kid in two weeks. This is unusual because a day doesn’t go by without SS texting his mother trying to run her like Google House App (“Mom? Have you seen my deodorant?”)

So yesterday, as with most days preceding a weekend (in this case, a long weekend). I was in a particularly foul/sarcastic mood.

DW asks in a cheery voice “What are our plans for this weekend?”

I responded “Well, I don’t know what you plan to do, but I was thinking of sleeping in, getting up, scratching myself, maybe lounge in front of the TV in my boxers until the afternoon and then retreat downstairs to binge on Coke and video games all day. Then I’ll call you or text you “What’s for dinner?” when I’m hungry. I’ll come up for supper, nibble a little, go back downstairs and when everyone is fast asleep, I’ll come back up and raid the fridge and pantries for something more appealing. ”

DW fell very silent. She then snapped at me.

Now she is not talking to me.