I have recently discovered a fundamental difference between Hubby and I that is driving me insane. I like to know schedules ahead of time.

So, due to Hubby and MIL comments about my "jealous and harsh" behavior towards the skids, I decided to disengage. And I love it!

Hubby and I were talking last night about random stuff. One of us brought up the skids and he said he had something he needed to talk to me about. He told me that he thinks I'm too hard on them.

I'm so tired of taking the high road. I'm so tired of being nice to everyone (aka BM and her weird cult family) and letting them do and say whatever they want without firing back.

I've been pretty scarce the last few weeks since my last post. I got a little bummed and cranky about the whole situation with BM blowing up that I talked about in my last blog, and some other very personal issues that I don't feel comfortable posting on the blog came up and so I ended up mostly moped around the house and muttering to myself a lot. Isn't there a horror movie villian who used to do that? Anyway, by the time I felt like doing anything again there was so much to catch up on!

Okay, the honeymoon is over. BM is back, and worse than ever.

So, last week BM throws the biggest temper tantrum of the year over the most ridiculous reason. School started last week and Hubby had received some stuff in the mail from the school, so he called them and just updated some info, etc. Nothing big. BM somehow finds out about this, I'm guessing when she wanted to add her new husband to the contacts list. I don't think she knew that Hubby was a contact. She conveniently didn't list all his info when she registered the skids. However, Hubby made sure it was all there. He's no dummy. So, BM somehow finds out about this very routine stuff and she called Hubby and just started screaming and insulting and telling him what a bad father he is, that he shouldn't even allowed to be a father, that contacting the school by himself was sneaky and low down and blah blah blah. And this is all over something so ridiculously small that it didn't even register with us! It's all because it's something she didn't approve of beforehand! You see, she wants her new husband to be the "father figure" in the skids lives. Hubby made the mistake of being a father to the skids without her permission. This woman gives me a headache. She even drags my MIL into it, calls her and starts in on her, and she had nothing to do with it! MIL, after she got over her shock, told her she was crazy and hung up on her. I love my MIL! However, we know that BM was screaming at MIL over the phone right in front of the skids. Way to parent. BM then calls Hubby back and screams at him. He asks where the skids are, she says they are with her mother and she is at home, he doesn't believe her because he heard SD8 in the background. I was so proud of Hubby, he never raised his voice, never gave in to the urge to argue pointlessly, told her the conversation was going nowhere when she wouldn't let him talk. She hung up on him. He just shrugged. The only thing he's upset about is that he believes the skids were present for all her screamed insults.

I just wanted to share a wonderful moment I had this past weekend.

I was in the process of doing the dishes, the skids were running around like the maniacs they are, and my hubby was taking out the trash.