As soon as I arrived home from work SD8 is up my ass. Something I am quite used to because she does it everyday. She insists on being the nosiest person I have ever met. 5 o'clock starts with me in the kitchen cooking dinner and SD8 sitting in the dining room coloring or something. As I am cooking she begins to talk, SD8 is the loudest person I have ever met except in instances where she just wants to piss me off then she insists on mumbling and talking in that stupid baby talk like a 2 year old. Anyways, she says something while I am cooking. I acknowledge that she has said something but can not understand or completely hear what she has said. So I say "I'm sorry hunny what did you say?" She responds, "Ugh, never-mind!" I go back to cooking dinner 2 minutes later the same exact thing. I said "SD8, I can not hear you over the dinner cooking especially while you are mumbling. What do you need to say?" SD8, "Whatever, NEVER-MIND!" me: "SD8 if you have something you need to or would like to tell me, tell me while I am right here and you have my attention. When I am in the kitchen cooking I can not hear you." Nothing, but eye roll. As I am getting extremely frustrated at this point I go back to cooking dinner. This whole thing continues until dinner is done. By the time we sit down for dinner she goes on to tell me how mean I am. We go back and forth with the whole "when I ask you what you said just tell me" conversation.
After dinner I send SD8 to shower. When she is done I ask her if she brushed her teeth. She says yes. I then ask "with toothpaste". This is a conversation we have been having for over a month now. She goes in the bathroom, wets her toothbrush, swishes it around in her mouth for maybe 30 seconds, and then is apparently done. So now begins the hour argument about using toothpaste. I finally ask her, "SD8 if your dad came in here and told you to use toothpaste, what would you do?" She tells me, "I would use toothpaste then." What. The. Fuck. I said, "Fine. When dad gets home I will make sure he tells you." Now this statement turns into a horrible tantrum. Screaming, crying, you name it. "Please don't tell my dad." Then why can't she just do it? At this point, DH pulls up in the driveway. SD8 clearly states, tear free in a matter of seconds, "Dads home. I am going to sit out here so he thinks I've been good all day." Oh. My. God.
SD8 point blank acknowledges that she does not fully act like this when DH is home and she knows it is wrong. I have to come to the conclusion that this kid honestly just loves to piss me off.
I am literally going to need to be committed because of this kid. All she does is argue over the stupidest crap all the time. She is bossy and mean to SD4 and BS9. Which reminds me of the other argument at dinner. She proceeds to tell BS9 that he is a bully. I asked her what he did. She says, "He looked at me." Are you fucking kidding me right now. This turns into a whole different conversation. I don't even know what to do anymore. Every single day is a argument with her and I just end up extremely worn out and stressed. I do talk with DH and she does get punished, grounded, writing sentences, whatever. The next day comes around... same crap. Everyday. Day in Day out. Everyday. I'm loosing my freaking mind! But then to hear her say, "oh Dad is home I am going to pretend like I have been good" it just reinforces that she must do this on purpose just to drive me insane.