I may have reached my breaking point. I am not sure yet. We have SD8 here for the week, week 3 of 4 this summer. I posted on here abouther acting out and chunking something at my DD8 on Monday. Things were frosty to say the least yesterday after work. I picked up both girls and SD did not speak to me, retreated to her room only emerging to eat dinner and Disney Dad got home from work.
She hung on him like he was a lifeline. I told him she should have peed on him if she was dying to mark her territory so bad. She was grounded from swimming and TV after what had happened the day before. Its not much of a punshment though when dad sits and plays board games to replace the TV watching time she normally would have had. What's the fucking point of a punishment? We did not talk much, I went to bed soon after the girls did and he stayed up to watch the Olympics.
This morning I asked him if he could take over getting her to and from her camp for the rest of the week. He went crazy wanting to know why. He was shocked at the notion that his precious little darling did not speak one word to me yesterday. He had to tell her three times to tell me good night and then she just muttered it. I am done with that bullshit.
No more - I will take care of my kids and he can take care of his spawn. I will cook enough food for everyone but I wont do anymore than that. He says that my attitiude is unrealistic and ....wait for it....Not fair to him! Priceless.
He is putting her in play therapy and TOLD me I had to go to sessions to work on my relationship with his daughter. Hahahahah - no fucking way. I will not go, the notion is hysterical to me. I have three kids who are occassionally pains in the ass but typically respectful, well mannered kids. Umm, I dont need help raising children. You and your ex created this mess, not me. You two assholes can clean it up.
Tonight should be fun.