Well, I feel like we are getting to the end of the season shows. I am having so much trouble with my 15 yr old poodle being @@##**!!!!! and ^^&&%%@@!!!!! that I've had to mop my kitchen floor 3 separate times this weekend. Of course, that's after I had to put on gloves over my blistering hands, ouch!
The second day, he decides he's going to be a real crank, and refuses to take his medication and eat his prescription dog food, at a mere cost of $35/case. So, he puts foot in it, and kicks a piece of it out of the bowl (I fed him outside this time) onto our brickway in the yard) so I had to clean that up so I wouldn't get ants. Then I took his meds and rolled them in American Cheese just like he likes and he turned his nose up and refused to take that, too.
So, I had to go find All Beef Hot Dogs and put the medicine in that and he finally took them. By dinner, he decided he would eat. I gave him his meds again in a piece of hot dog. Today, we started off great, with no problems. Then this afternoon, he was allowed in the house area in the kitchen loose, and he messed up my kitchen floor again. Well, &&**##@@!
I originally mopped the floors on Thursday night. Then I mopped them yesterday. Then I just mopped then 45 minutes ago. I'm not happy. My hands are blistered, and open from stinking dermatitis. It's really painful. And I'd like to hang my dog on a flagpole.
AARGH! Even my vet thinks he's doing it on purpose. I think he's trying to secretly drive me over the edge.
I haven't heard a peep from my stepson who visited two weeks ago with his GF in tow. But, I am thinking that he didn't like it when my husband told him to clean up after himself and treat our furnishings with respect. We had just purchased new furniture in our living area and they took all the toss pillows (mind you I had only met this girl once for 40 minutes) and she's laying on my living room floor sleeping on my brand new toss pillows from my custom sofa and snuggler chair while my stepson is playing playstation. They are respectively 20&21. Not babies! So, he decides he's done playing and walks out of the living area. Then she gets up. Everything is left in the middle of the floor. I walk by and I am totally flabberghasted to see everything like this. I had never been able to afford anything so nice until we moved and we could afford to make this purchase with the net proceeds of our old house. But do you think that either of them would apologize? Nothing even clicks in their pea brains. Oh, I also meant to add that my husband told my stepson a fable about chasing tale and was in essence telling my stepson that this girl was not what he thought she was and wasn't the right girl for him. But, have you ever noticed, that ever though the words don't come from your mouth, that you are somehow accountable for what his father says to him? I think some of you probably know what I mean. It's kind of like my stepdaughter didn't want to share my husband and was extremely jealous and continually created problems. I could stand on my head to try and help her, to appease her, do anything for her, but it wasn't ever enough. She wanted her Dad all to herself. And she always felt that she was going to rule the house. And when she found that she couldn't, and my husband put his foot down, and told her "no" to things, and she was going to do them anyway, then he told her, she couldn't live here, if she couldn't live by the house rules. It is always really difficult when the biomom is always instigating stuff which happened a lot. I don't really know what brought this all out this afternoon, I guess that perhaps I was just thinking about some of it, and the freshness of what some of you go through right now on a daily basis, I can relate to--so I hope that maybe these little quips--whatever are enlightening or helpful in some way. Because I also was able to recognize that even after my stepdaughter moved out, and we tried to set up a visitation, she was really vindictive, and was writing in her blog, that she was glad I wasn't around. And if we tried to set up something like a breakfast with the 3 of us, her mom would do something to sabotage the situation. There were a lot of really strange things that went on before we moved. They used to drive on the same freeway to work/school. And my stepdaughter was old enough to drive her Mom's car. One day, my husband thought that it was his ex-wife, that was driving like a nut on the freeway, (4-lane hwy) at 90 mph) weaving in and out)but I found out later in a blog that it was my stepdaughter acting like a complete nut and freaking out because she saw my husband. This happened on more than one occasion. It got to be that we couldn't go anywhere because they moved closer to us and my stepdaughter's behavior was completely irrational.
So, we never knew what to expect. Finally, my husband just decided to keep working at getting a transfer to get out of the state. We had to keep adjusting our lives and were miserable, that the best thing to do was to try start over fresh. But in doing so, I had to leave the area, without even saying goodbye to some of my very close friends because it would have created very awkward issues. I was able to tell them afterwards, but it wasn't the same. But for now, all, I was going to say, was that I just really wanted my stepson to call me for MD since he had just been here the weekend before. I would have thought that he could have done that for me, but you can make people do what they do want to. And if I can get something from someone in a sincere, genuine effort, than, I don't want it at all.
Last Sunday at this time my husband was ill from back injury. He is much better and improved this week.
Have a good evening all.
Regards,
Sweetie