Welp, SS is coming this weekend :(
I guess I should be grateful that H is not going to have both of them. Perhaps I hit a nerve when I told him that not controlling his son has a severe negative impact on his daughter? Who knows. I sure hope so, because it's true.
He will be bringing SS here. I kinda knew that's what was going to happen. Honestly, he has no where else to take the kid. So it ws stupid (but wishful) for me to ask him to take his visits with SS elsewhere.
Nothing has been accomplished between now and SS's last visit. Other than I told H that every time SS acts like a dick to me, I'm going to correct him on it. I told H that I was D-O-N-E sitting around waiting for him to "protect" me from his sons horrible behavior and that I am now taking that power back. I looked my H right in the eye and said, "So I highly recommend that YOU do something about his behavior, because if I have to do it - you aren't going to like how it gets done."
H's eyes were as wide as saucers.
I also told him to move the Wii into SS's room, because I will NOT be disturbed by SS wanting to play the Wii while I am watching TV, and then me looking like the bad guy. F*ck that. Connect the thing to SS's TV in his bedroom and call it a day.
I feel like throwing up. I feel so much anxiety when this kid is coming over. He's such a little turd.
Maybe when all is said and done, and this kid "grows up," my lessons about how to treat people with respect and common courtesy will be something he will remember and be grateful for. HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA.... Yeah right.
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It was hilarious. H is
It was hilarious. H is terrified of me correcting his kids. He says that I am, "too stern."
Too stern my ass. SS especially NEEDS someone to be stern with him. If he didn't, he wouldn't be so disrespectful and nasty.
OMG girl I think we are
OMG girl I think we are living the same life.
I only ASK the first time. Make me go there a second time and it's no longer a request, but rather an order. After that, I assure anyone that they don't want to make me go there a third time. I become more "stern" the more I have to address the issue. I figure that if my own son can figure out that I mean business, so can the skids. The only thing preventing the skids from getting it, is their fathers insistence that they be treated like toddlers.
I REFUSE to ASK a child to quit climbing and walking on the kitchen counters. Having to listen to my H ASK SS 12 times makes me lose my mind. Seriously? I just looked at the kid and said, "Get. off. the. counter. now." It was not a request. It was a statement. Guess what? The kid got off the counter! OMG imagine that. :?
When my own kid started whining when he was a toddler, I made him repeat whatever it was that he was saying until he could say it in a normal voice. I did not want to hear, "I'm thirstyyyyyyy...." OMG, can we sell some tickets for this drama show? Sheesh. Instead, I made him repeat it until he could just say it as a statement, "I'm thirsty." Period. That's it. Big deal. Then I took him over to the fridge and showed himself how to remedy the FACT that he was thirsty. Move on.
Jeez o' pete. I do not understand my H's parenting style AT ALL.
Honestly, I think he's terrified of his son. SS is a master manipulator that emotionally blackmails (withholds his love) from everyone around him until he gets what he wants. Good thing I could care less whether he "loves me," because I could care even less if he's getting what he wants. Yeah, I said it.
I feel for you. This is what
I feel for you. This is what I do. I make myself REALLY busy while SS is here. I try not to engage with him at all outside of "hi" and "how’s it going." If he makes a mess. I politely tell DH to take care of it. If he breaks something, I politely tell DH to replace it.
I clean, I shop, I work out. I let/make DH spend time with HIS kid. lol
Speaking of breaking
Speaking of breaking stuff:
On SS's last visit he broke my soap dispenser. My H "fixed" it in order to save his son from having to pay to replace it. Well, I just went to wash my hands and it broke, again, in the same place that SS previously broke it. I guess that means that one of the activities that H and SS get to do this weekend is: H taking SS to the bank so that SS can withdrawal the necessary amount to go to Kohl's to buy me a new one.
Uggg.
OR... and I know that this is completely childish, but I'll dream about it anyway... I could break something of SS's that is of equal value and call us even. I won't really do it, but it's still *fun* to think about. Just because I would LOVE to see the look on SS's face when something of HIS gets broken. Then, just to make things more even between us, I will wait 6.5 hours before I come up with 12,000 excuses as to why I am not responsible for it and offer him a crap apology (that really just conveys that I'm not sorry at all).