One more day, One more day......

We have had SD8 since Friday of last week, she is with us through tonight. DH added Monday night to our normal time so she would be with us on Passover. Ok, fine...whatever.

She has been a real PIA all weekend. I have renamed her Princess Pain in the Ass.

Saturday we took my DS17 to get his first car - it was very cool
Once we finally left the dealership, we headed to dinner. She told DH that she did not like the place he and I chose and she was not going to eat anything. We were both like...um, ok. Of course she ate half the appetizers on the table, so much bread I had to take it away and all of her fish and chips. I guess she really hated it. Little bitch.

Sunday night we had 14 people over for dinner and she clogs the toilet in the guest bath. She came and told me - I said go tell your Dad, I am not dealing with that. What 8 year old clogs up a toilet? Gross

This morning, she turns off the bathroom light while my DD9 is still in there brushing her teeth. She thought it was funny, I did not.

DH and I had the conversation where I used the phrase I have learned on this site. "Honey, unlike you I do not think your child arrived on the back of a Unicorn with a rainbow shooting out of her ass" Do something about her behavior or I am going to lose it.

She makes me crazy. She is overweight, smelly, refuses to wear socks with her shoes and hates to brush her hair and has the worst table manners known to man.

Thank god in Heaven, we have no children this weekend. If I make it through tonight I am home free.

Thanks for letting me vent.

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