SD(11) hasn't stayed for an entire weekend since May. She came for supper on Fathers Day and for 2 hours last weekend for BD's(2) bithday and there was a weekend she came for friday night but DH sent her home Saturday morning as she wasn't behaving.
This past week she stayed with her cousin (DH's brothers child)BM gave them a weeks worth of CS to compensate for meals. Anyway, on friday they dropped her off and she had no choice but to come to our house as they didn't want to keep her for the weekend too. So, friday night she walks in the door with the permanent scowl on her face. She complained about everything and anything but thankfully she just ignores me.
Yesterday we went to the beach and had ice cream and it was a beautiful day. DH and I were working on the garden last night(mostly he was supervising, lol) when SD came out and said "Daddy, my door's ruined!" There was some other whining too but I wasn't paying close attention. I've been painting downstairs and I need to still paint her bedroom door.Somehow on my way into the bathroom to wash brushes I must have touched her door. There was a little dab of white paint that looks like it must have been on my finger but it's not a big deal as it's being painted anyway. DH said "Your door is being painted anyway". I said "You're being a bit dramatic, there's one little dot of paint on your door and you think it's ruined?" At this point she was heading for the door to the house and she turned around and said in her loudiest, snottiest voice "Yeah, I am dramatic! Do you have a problem with that?" I started walking toward her and I said calmly "I do have a problem with that and you will never, ever talk to me like that again, you had better get to your room right now." DH said I handled it well but oh my goodness if I had said that to an adult when I was 11 I think my parents would have slapped me silly.