In Other News...
Guess who's back?
Mm-hm. Bev and her loinfruit.
To be fair to my mother, she did not give in to repeated begging by Bev. Bev did supply her with some information which, when added to the fact that Bev's mother has Gigantic Screaming Unmedicated Issues of her own, tipped the balance for her. Me, too, if I'm being honest.
And it hasn't been too horrible, yet. It helps that mom decided that A Change Needed To Be Made, so she took most of the week off and has been spearheading Project: Fix Up The Downstairs. We spent most of today painting the walls (and, alas, some of the carpet, and the radiators, and ourselves...) two shades of pink. (I took a shower and I still have paint on the bottoms of my feet!) Tomorrow, it's sponge-technique time! It should be pretty fun, actually. The girls worked very diligently and without much in the way of needing to be kept on-task, which was nice.
As for next week, when mom goes back to work...? Well, we'll see. I may have to just fucking bite the bullet and actually initiate the all-grown-ups (or grown-ups and alleged grown-ups, heh) meeting wherein I set forth my position that I Am NOT MOMMY and as such I will NOT be participating in that whole child-raising thing, thanks. And I may or may not actually print out the MOU I've started. Particularly since THE FIRST THING THAT HAPPENED, the day after they moved back in, was Bev spent the ENTIRE day downstairs while her lovely offspring looked to me for everything they needed...
Of course, knowing how I am when coming out of a stressful situation, I did have some sympathy for her and knew that she likely needed a few days to kind of unpack/decompress. Now? Not so much. Please to be sucking up and making with parenting, lady.
So, that's the news that is news.
Mm-hm. Bev and her loinfruit.
To be fair to my mother, she did not give in to repeated begging by Bev. Bev did supply her with some information which, when added to the fact that Bev's mother has Gigantic Screaming Unmedicated Issues of her own, tipped the balance for her. Me, too, if I'm being honest.
And it hasn't been too horrible, yet. It helps that mom decided that A Change Needed To Be Made, so she took most of the week off and has been spearheading Project: Fix Up The Downstairs. We spent most of today painting the walls (and, alas, some of the carpet, and the radiators, and ourselves...) two shades of pink. (I took a shower and I still have paint on the bottoms of my feet!) Tomorrow, it's sponge-technique time! It should be pretty fun, actually. The girls worked very diligently and without much in the way of needing to be kept on-task, which was nice.
As for next week, when mom goes back to work...? Well, we'll see. I may have to just fucking bite the bullet and actually initiate the all-grown-ups (or grown-ups and alleged grown-ups, heh) meeting wherein I set forth my position that I Am NOT MOMMY and as such I will NOT be participating in that whole child-raising thing, thanks. And I may or may not actually print out the MOU I've started. Particularly since THE FIRST THING THAT HAPPENED, the day after they moved back in, was Bev spent the ENTIRE day downstairs while her lovely offspring looked to me for everything they needed...
Of course, knowing how I am when coming out of a stressful situation, I did have some sympathy for her and knew that she likely needed a few days to kind of unpack/decompress. Now? Not so much. Please to be sucking up and making with parenting, lady.
So, that's the news that is news.