Mon-Fri I work til 5 and don't get home til almost 6 so dh does dinner. And I swear it never fails... every single night I walk in and he's bitching about something. If it weren't for my kids I wouldn't come home at all. I am so sick of it. Tonight it was "your son took a whole pack of hotdogs! I am sick of buying shit for dinner only for him to eat it before I can use it!" Calmly I ask, "Why do you think ds17 did it? Did you find it in his room or something?" Oh... he has no reason to believe it was ds17, he just KNOWS it. Excuse me, but WTF???

My ds17's bd picked him up this morning for his annual "fun trip". This is always ds's "Christmas gift". He hasn't received a Christmas gift from bd since he was about 12... or a b-day gift for that matter. BD picked him up and took him to the closest big town about 1 1/2 hours away. DS sent me a txt with a pic of some little car... looks like some sort of car museum. That's the typical theme... corvette museum, motorcycle museum, etc.

Well, sd20 brought sgs (step grandson: I need a short way to write that! LOL) over Tuesday night. She came inside when she dropped him off. I did not complain because she was alone and had to bring him in. I didn't really offer to speak other than to say, "He's gotten so big" and I wasn't really talking to HER, but she said, "Yes, he has." She left sgs here with us for a little over an hour. Something strange happened during this time.

I woke up this morning with a text on my phone from sd20 that said, "Are you awake?" that was sent at 11:40 last night. Now she KNOWS I work... she KNOWS I go to bed early. So I decided to show her out if feels. I know she stays up late and sleeps in late. So at 5:40AM I send her a text that says, "I am now." }:)