I recently purchased a new car. My very first new car. When I drive it, it makes me feel like I'm 16, just got my DL and my parents gave me a car for my birthday.
Going and picking up the two youngest skids is never enjoyable, but it made me even more anxious in my new car. They destroyed the back seat of my old car. My kids would leave trash here and there and sometimes their school books or a wrapper but nothing too bad and when I saw it they would always clean it up.
Well, SD and SS7 decided EvilSM doesn't deserve nice things. I don't know why a 7 year old needed a pocket knife but his BM lets him take it every where, so there were many stab marks in the back seat. They would mash melted candy into the seats and all over the door, and color over every thing. So it looked really bad.
On the way to Inbreds house I told DH they are not messing up this knew car. No food, no candy, no pens or markers, etc, no drinks. That's that. If he didn't like it or they threw one of their famous hissy fits he could take his truck and pick them up, and no I don't care that there is no back seat in it.
We get there and of course, both are covered in what I hope was muddy shoes, powdered sugar and chocolate. I said nope! I told Inbred she either takes them inside and cleans them up with in ten minutes or she can find another babysitter for the weekend because they will not be going with us looking like that. She looked to DH and asked him are you going to let her speak to me this way? And he said yup, I am. I bring the kids back to you clean and not wired up on sugar like crack heads, you need to start doing the same or I'll start bringing them back to you just as I got them from you. Pick, but if their not cleaned up they can't get in the car.
After trying to kill me with her stare(as if she had the brain power to do so) she took them inside and cleaned them up. While she was doing that I went through the kids bags, took out all markers, coloring books, candies, and realized the bags were empty. So when she brought them back out I handed her the bags and said they don't need any of this, we're not taking it.
SS7 asked if we had any candy at home, I said I don't think so but I'm sure we can get something for dessert tonight. He got in the car and put his seatbelt on. SD? Oh no. You would think I kicked her puppy. She whined for ten minutes. But I want my bag daddy. Princess wants her bag.
DH told her no, that was that and she can either stop and get in the car or stay with her mom this weekend and have her bag here. Inbred looked horrified and told SD she would save her stuff for her for when she gets home. So, SD gets in, complaining and pouting but got in. We leave. I have a soda in the car because I know how to drink them with out spitting it all over the seats and dribbling it down my shirt.
SD: I'm thirsty
DH: Hi thirsty
SD: giggles a little No dad I want a drink. Get me a drink dad. I want one now.
Me: Well sorry, you'll get a drink when we get home.
SD: But I want one now, daddy get me a drink now.
DH: SD, EvilSM already said no, so the answer is no.
She does some more pouting.
On the dash of my car is a little pink plush turtle. BS9 won it for me in a claw machine because he knows I love turtles and pink here and there. SD now wants the turtle. I told her no. She starts crying now, and yelling.
Daddy I want the turtle, give me the turtle, I'm a princess.
To this I started laughing histerically because she really did sound just like her mother. Me laughing made her get mad and I can't even explain what she was doing, but her entire body tensed up and her face was getting red. It was still funny.
DH: Why can't she just play with the turtle? It's not a big deal.
Me: Because it's not hers, it's mine. How many of my things has she broken because princess wanted to?
DH: It's from a claw machine, it's not like it was expensive.
Me: I don't care, it is not hers. Period. She doesn't get to take what ever she wants from whom ever she wants. Time for her to learn that lesson. The answer is no, shelly stays where she is and that's that.
She heard the entire conversation between DH and I, and after it was clear she wasn't going to get her way, she screamed the entire way to our house. Luckily for me, I brought my headphones that have excellent noice cancelling. Poor DH had a huge headache when we got home, but that's what he gets for letting her demand and then scream. I should probably feel bad for laughing, but there's lots of things I should probably do.