So, the SD's left for their BM's house yesterday and DH got called into work for an emergency, so I had the afternoon and the house to myself. SD's wanted my sympathy because they had to get up at noon to be at their BM's house for a picnic gathering of BM's boyfriend and BM's boyfriend's kids. BM is having fantasies of living together and getting married and having a blended family....and living happily ever after. BWAHAHAA!  Sorry. I tried to stifle that evil laughter but it just came out.

DH has made no mention of resuming SD 18's family therapy. SD18 is still refusing to talk about how her most recent job ended. She acts like its too traumatizing, so instead she is eating giant bowls full of cookie dough while playing the SIMs online. In two months, she will be 19. Still no driver's license, job or hopes to go to college. DH is still washing and waxing SD16's car for her, changing out her headlights, and has not said one word about her leaving in the middle of the night to go to SD20's apartment. So its business as usual. DH said he felt bad that he got angry with SD16 because she kept warning him to not mess up her car (she knows nothing about cars and he has done car repair before.) Then, when he asked her to help, she huffed and said "Forget it, I'll just get Mama to do it for me!"  Imagine that!~ I would get mad too, if I had spent all afternoon washing and waxing the ungrateful little turd's car, and fixing her headlight, only to have her throw that in my face. But DH just doesn't see it yet. He is starting to, but you can see the war in his brain over feeling guilty vs. righteous anger - and its a tossup which side wins. 

I am having fun planting "failure to launch" videos on SD18's youtube channel. I made sure to like and subscribe!  I took SD16's key to our house due to the fact that she is sneaking out in the middle of the night and possibly letting SD20 in while we are asleep. I am hiding all baking supplies so that I won't be finding dirty cookie dough bowls and spoons all over my kitchen at 6 am, from their previous nights sugar-orgie. SD16 was clicking her little salon press-on nails together and worrying that ordering pizza for dinner one day this week was going to "give her a migraine" due to the salt content. I smiled and reminded her that she she had eaten 4 boxes of Kraft Mac and Cheese, 1 bag of Top Ramen, Cookie dough, potato chips, and 2 cans of Spaghettios, and that if she didn't already have a migraine, it had nothing to do with her salt intake. The look on her face was pure consternation. I think she realized that she is full of shit. No worries, tho - she will forget by next week and be whining about the same things all over again.