Save. Me.
Since Eden blogged about dressing down a child who dared to say the gift sucked, I wanted to share a few moments lately of my own. (Since RIGHT NOW I'm being annoyed.)
The Girl. AKA: Babymomma. The Girl knows nothing, but you can't teach her anything either. She uses ... everything ... and puts nothing back. It (whatever it may have been) sits on the coffee table, end table, or on the chair or floor of the livingroom until you go retrieve it and put it back. If I am seriously lucky, I can find the item. Sometimes on the kitchen table, where all HAIRBRUSHES should go, right? This is making me an insane lunatic bitch. "Look, I can't get through there. I have a FAT ASS. Please - move this from the path to the bathroom." I have a habit of telling my son to clean up HER mess, since obviously she will not, but he does nothing...fast. Or - he's on his way somewhere important or other. Conversely, he's asleep because she made him stay up all night with the baby. Which - what is that shite?
She has friends. These come over at will, anytime, and stay all night long. One, Exotica, must be on my computer. Please remember I leave for work at 10am and get home at 9:30pm. But *I* am a computer hog. I am on it all the time. I came home from work and said, "Off!" and she went, "But you're on it all the time." I went, "Yeah, well, it's MINE. Off." (I mentioned bitch monster from hell, yes?) Exotica appears to have no home. She is here All. The. Time. I kid you not. So far this vacation (last week, this week) she has been here three nights and four days. She follows The Girl like a puppy. She has no life of her own. She is here now, in the office, waiting for me to get off the computer. She's going to be vastly disappointed when I shoo her from the room because I am going to bed and my bedroom? Is attached to the OFFICE. Get. Out.
The Girl has other friends I don't see as much, so they aren't quite so annoying. I can handle drop ins and visits and even overnights when planned and...you know, asked for. Exotica doesn't ask, she appears.
The Girl has a younger sister, about 12 and she's on crack. (Not literally, but her mind is a Mexican Jumping Bean, I swear. Swerves when you least expect it.) This sister is here tonight. She was also in the office (I have given up the living room as "lost" space - an island where I do not go.) making a model airplane. In MY office? I wish I could tell you how much space there ISNT back here. And every inch of that space is crammed with things, stuff, books, papers, coats, a fan, dogs, cats, cat boxes since the living room is not my own and so it had to move from it's spot there to one back here (The Girl), two desks (one of which covers two walls), three chairs, a tv tra and a tv on a rolling shelf-doohicky. I mean, there's NO space here to be doing that. She's got it laid out on the little desk (which is where either Jeff of I sit when one of us isn't on the computer to watch TV) and...I don't know, she finished it and took off and got out her wooden FLUTE which hurts the dog's ears and starts wandering around playing that. She was also singing "fa la la" at one point. Now she's just wandering the house, looking for something to do.
I think The Girl and Exotica had a bit of a fight. Which is why she's after blogging time on my computer. Bite. Me.
Little Sister on one of her appearances at my house asked if I had juice or something fruity. I said, "Nope, sorry." She opens the fridge and starts pawing through it. I rounded on her. "That is so RUDE. You don't go to someone's house and start rifling through thier stuff! That's just not done!" Of course, she was thirsty and wanted water which none of my rude children offered her or anything...forbid they should MOVE.
Things....they are changing around here. ASAP.
I thought I had a reprieve. The Girl was moving to Grandmother's for a couple of weeks. That lasted ONE. Which is actually all right since her mother is never home, not a help, and she and stepdad were so busy drinking they couldn't let The Girl, the baby and Exotica into the house. They all ended up here at my place that night. The day Pdub got a job, they moved right back into my place. (Yes, Exotica included.)
Then they went to her mom's for Christmas. The Girl came back last night, after I was in bed (I went at 12pm, my usual time), dumped the baby on Pdub and went to sleep. Sweet, eh?
Well, enough ranting for now. I'm sure it's just all communication errors. Course, I don't see them for long enough to TALK to them, so that's my error. I don't know what Jeff is doing. I'm off to bed.
*evil laugh*
The Girl. AKA: Babymomma. The Girl knows nothing, but you can't teach her anything either. She uses ... everything ... and puts nothing back. It (whatever it may have been) sits on the coffee table, end table, or on the chair or floor of the livingroom until you go retrieve it and put it back. If I am seriously lucky, I can find the item. Sometimes on the kitchen table, where all HAIRBRUSHES should go, right? This is making me an insane lunatic bitch. "Look, I can't get through there. I have a FAT ASS. Please - move this from the path to the bathroom." I have a habit of telling my son to clean up HER mess, since obviously she will not, but he does nothing...fast. Or - he's on his way somewhere important or other. Conversely, he's asleep because she made him stay up all night with the baby. Which - what is that shite?
She has friends. These come over at will, anytime, and stay all night long. One, Exotica, must be on my computer. Please remember I leave for work at 10am and get home at 9:30pm. But *I* am a computer hog. I am on it all the time. I came home from work and said, "Off!" and she went, "But you're on it all the time." I went, "Yeah, well, it's MINE. Off." (I mentioned bitch monster from hell, yes?) Exotica appears to have no home. She is here All. The. Time. I kid you not. So far this vacation (last week, this week) she has been here three nights and four days. She follows The Girl like a puppy. She has no life of her own. She is here now, in the office, waiting for me to get off the computer. She's going to be vastly disappointed when I shoo her from the room because I am going to bed and my bedroom? Is attached to the OFFICE. Get. Out.
The Girl has other friends I don't see as much, so they aren't quite so annoying. I can handle drop ins and visits and even overnights when planned and...you know, asked for. Exotica doesn't ask, she appears.
The Girl has a younger sister, about 12 and she's on crack. (Not literally, but her mind is a Mexican Jumping Bean, I swear. Swerves when you least expect it.) This sister is here tonight. She was also in the office (I have given up the living room as "lost" space - an island where I do not go.) making a model airplane. In MY office? I wish I could tell you how much space there ISNT back here. And every inch of that space is crammed with things, stuff, books, papers, coats, a fan, dogs, cats, cat boxes since the living room is not my own and so it had to move from it's spot there to one back here (The Girl), two desks (one of which covers two walls), three chairs, a tv tra and a tv on a rolling shelf-doohicky. I mean, there's NO space here to be doing that. She's got it laid out on the little desk (which is where either Jeff of I sit when one of us isn't on the computer to watch TV) and...I don't know, she finished it and took off and got out her wooden FLUTE which hurts the dog's ears and starts wandering around playing that. She was also singing "fa la la" at one point. Now she's just wandering the house, looking for something to do.
I think The Girl and Exotica had a bit of a fight. Which is why she's after blogging time on my computer. Bite. Me.
Little Sister on one of her appearances at my house asked if I had juice or something fruity. I said, "Nope, sorry." She opens the fridge and starts pawing through it. I rounded on her. "That is so RUDE. You don't go to someone's house and start rifling through thier stuff! That's just not done!" Of course, she was thirsty and wanted water which none of my rude children offered her or anything...forbid they should MOVE.
Things....they are changing around here. ASAP.
I thought I had a reprieve. The Girl was moving to Grandmother's for a couple of weeks. That lasted ONE. Which is actually all right since her mother is never home, not a help, and she and stepdad were so busy drinking they couldn't let The Girl, the baby and Exotica into the house. They all ended up here at my place that night. The day Pdub got a job, they moved right back into my place. (Yes, Exotica included.)
Then they went to her mom's for Christmas. The Girl came back last night, after I was in bed (I went at 12pm, my usual time), dumped the baby on Pdub and went to sleep. Sweet, eh?
Well, enough ranting for now. I'm sure it's just all communication errors. Course, I don't see them for long enough to TALK to them, so that's my error. I don't know what Jeff is doing. I'm off to bed.
*evil laugh*