Guess who's back?
Mm-hm. Bev and her lovely little loinfruits.
Said loinfruit are sniveling because it's bedtime. IT IS A QUARTER AFTER ELEVEN AT NIGHT. IT IS PAST TIME FOR BED FOR THE SHORT SET. IT HAPPENS EVERY. FUCKING. NIGHT. YOU WOULD THINK THEY WOULD NOTICE.
Also, I have been assured that this time will be different. We will see.
As for why they're here... I honestly don't know, other than Bev's mother isn't exactly a prize parent herself -- in fact, she's actually assaulted Bev on at least three occasions that I am aware of -- and basically told Bev she could take her stuff and her kids and go. Somewhere.
Bev called mom, and here they are. Whoopee.
There was a minor discussion about Bev and Warren finally getting their acts together and GIVING UP THE KIDS. Bev called mom and asked if she'd be willing--mom said she needed a little bit of time, because she wanted to discuss it with me/Ev first; I told mom "only if the girls are going to go to frickin' preschool and only if I'm not gonna be mommy."
Before mom could get back to Bev about it, Bev's mother said she'd take them. That was last night/this morning. I don't know what changed between then and now, but clearly it has.
Mom wants to make a list of concerns and conditions and lay everything out on the table in the near future, particularly addressing things like Bev's leaving the girls alone inside while she smokes, and just assuming that I'm going to keep an eye on them without asking.
And yeah, I know that part of that was my fault because I never said "fuck off, ask mommy" or "Hey, Bev, step up to the plate!", but then again, I kind of assumed I WOULD NOT HAVE TO. 'Cause, hi, NOT MOMMY. Also, Bev needs to be fucking responsible on her own.
It's a clusterfuck, yay. Fortunately for me, I have two more house-sitting gigs this month, so that's a blessing. Even if one of them involves looking after The World's Loudest Dog. (This dog is some kind of a terrier mix. One of his most charming habits is to stand with his muzzle six inches from my ear and bark. I really do NOT like little dogs.)
Said loinfruit are sniveling because it's bedtime. IT IS A QUARTER AFTER ELEVEN AT NIGHT. IT IS PAST TIME FOR BED FOR THE SHORT SET. IT HAPPENS EVERY. FUCKING. NIGHT. YOU WOULD THINK THEY WOULD NOTICE.
Also, I have been assured that this time will be different. We will see.
As for why they're here... I honestly don't know, other than Bev's mother isn't exactly a prize parent herself -- in fact, she's actually assaulted Bev on at least three occasions that I am aware of -- and basically told Bev she could take her stuff and her kids and go. Somewhere.
Bev called mom, and here they are. Whoopee.
There was a minor discussion about Bev and Warren finally getting their acts together and GIVING UP THE KIDS. Bev called mom and asked if she'd be willing--mom said she needed a little bit of time, because she wanted to discuss it with me/Ev first; I told mom "only if the girls are going to go to frickin' preschool and only if I'm not gonna be mommy."
Before mom could get back to Bev about it, Bev's mother said she'd take them. That was last night/this morning. I don't know what changed between then and now, but clearly it has.
Mom wants to make a list of concerns and conditions and lay everything out on the table in the near future, particularly addressing things like Bev's leaving the girls alone inside while she smokes, and just assuming that I'm going to keep an eye on them without asking.
And yeah, I know that part of that was my fault because I never said "fuck off, ask mommy" or "Hey, Bev, step up to the plate!", but then again, I kind of assumed I WOULD NOT HAVE TO. 'Cause, hi, NOT MOMMY. Also, Bev needs to be fucking responsible on her own.
It's a clusterfuck, yay. Fortunately for me, I have two more house-sitting gigs this month, so that's a blessing. Even if one of them involves looking after The World's Loudest Dog. (This dog is some kind of a terrier mix. One of his most charming habits is to stand with his muzzle six inches from my ear and bark. I really do NOT like little dogs.)