Thanksgiving w/ Skids cut short
BM just informed DH that she will be getting the kids on Fridai instead of Sunday because SS10 has a school project to complete that he says he forgot about. He can't complete it at our house because it involves local research. This is a total bummer for Dh because he has only seen the skids for the past twoo weekends and was looking forward to spending the extended holiday with them.
However, when he called to tell me about it, he made the comment, "I don't even know what I'm supposed to do for Thanksgiving now." Needless to say, that totally pissed me off. So, I told him I would talk to him in a few and hung up befpre sparks started to fly.
What the heck? You don't know what to do because your kids won't be here? How about spend time with the family that IS here? I am so sick of having these children forced on me.....if they are around, things suck because they are the center of attention. If they are not around, things suck because whiney DH is miserable.
What am I, chopped liver? :O
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LOL!!!! DH actually asked
LOL!!!!
DH actually asked SS10 about the project and HE is the one who lied....he told us it was already done and then when BM called him on it he said he forgot (yes, add habitual liar to the list).
I'm totally stoked that they won't be around seeing as how I've been cleaning up after them for the past two weekends in a row....I don't know about him, but I could use the break.
SD8 and SD3.5 won't be here
SD8 and SD3.5 won't be here for Thanksgiving. And you know what? I couldn't be more excited.
The thing is, those two little girls are unpleasant little ingrates most of the time. They have redeeming moments, especially SD3.5. She's actually a good kid. But SD8 is a martian.
What are we going to do? I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to put our aprons on and rum up the eggnog like we do every year. We're going to stuff the freaking turkey and gorge ourself on canned pumpkin products baked in pastry shells. We are going to eat til we explode, then roll around like the fatties we are putting up Winter decorations. And we are going to do it minus the martian commentary that issues forth from SD8s mouth without end.
In other words, this will be my best thanksgiving EVER.
Enjoy yours, and let DH cry in his room alone if he must.
Pass the rumnogg.