An array of annoyances
So this long weekend was filled with a host little things that just “got under my skin” (hormones, maybe?) or maybe just because it was same s*#t, different day.
Like I posted in my last blog, oldest SD DID actually stand up to her crazy BM and tell her to apologize to DH or she wasn’t coming to visit her at all (a small victory). So SD18 came over on Wednesday evening. DH picked her up after he left work early so we could spend extended time together, which was nice. But the whole time she was over (she slept over), the crazy duo (BM and SD16) kept calling and calling…and calling...both SD18 and DH. I was like, “Dear God, just leave us alone and get your own lives!” It was just ridiculous.
Thanksgiving day was nice. DH dropped SD18 off at BMs house bright & early and then we were in the clear- no SDs. Just me & DH, the boys, and DHs mom went out to dinner. So no clean-up or anything. It was a pleasant day!
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On to Friday- UGH- the girls came back, bright and early at 10am. And with them, the nonsense. The drama. The fighting. Why, I ask you, WHY? I tried my best to totally ignore it all and just delve into my cooking, as our “big” dinner was today.
In the midst of it, SD16 was in the kitchen (again, UGH). As usual, I was ignoring her. She was trying to get DHs attention, “Daddy, daddy, daddy...”
Dear God, she’s 16, not 6, call him DAD. None of the other children call him Daddy, not even the 13-yr-old. It’s nauseating- not endearing. (But, I digress).
DH & I are talking about Christmas decorations. We have an “Advent House”. A very ornate one. For those of you who’ve seen the movie “Christmas Vacation” with Chevy Chase, it’s a replica from that movie, used in between the scenes of the movie. Any way, we’re talking about putting it out soon, since it’s almost Dec1, and SD16 interrupts with her annoying, “Daddy, daddy, daddy…”
And of course, he just HAS to acknowledge her (AAAARRRRGGGGHHH)
“Yes, SD16?”
“Can I have it?” she asks gleefully.
“What?” he responds.
“The advent house? Can I have it?” she’s asking “sing-songingly”
“We’ll see,” he responds, and we continue our conversation.
And my blood begins to BOIL!
Now for those of you who didn’t “get it”, what “Princess” was asking for was if she could have the “Advent House”…when DH DIES!
And she sat there, sing-songingly asking for it, like an item on her Christmas list, like it was nothing to her. Like it meant NOTHING to her that her FATHER had to DIE in order for her to have to get it. The only thing that was important to her was that she WANTED IT. And it’s not like it means anything to her. She doesn’t CARE about it. Lord knows that if she ever DID get it, she’d probably ruin it- it’s delicate and fragile. I have to fix it every year because it’s so fragile.
But the point is, there she is in the middle of my kitchen, happily “claiming” stuff for the day my beloved husband, my partner, my life- dies. All with a big shit-eating grin on her face.
I was so upset I had to walk away.
Then, to make matters worse, as we sit down to dinner and we’re saying grace together, our phone rings. Geee, let’s GUESS who it is????? I go in to check the caller ID. YUP- BM. She knew we were all sitting down to dinner and called just to be spiteful. I took the phone off the hook for the rest of the night so if she called again, she only got a busy signal. What a nasty witch- now I know exactly where SD16 gets it from! Get a life.
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On to Saturday… another GLORIOUS day because, bright and early, we dropped off all 3 SDs to BM’s house at 8am. DH and I had something to attend to and the boys went with us, so it was pleasant, drama-free day.
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Sunday: DH picks up the girls at 9:30am for a “special surprise”. He tells them to be ready, we have something planned. Since SD18 is home from college, my BS15 has been worrying about when we’ll decorate our family Christmas tree together. He didn’t want to do it without her (AWWWWW). So Saturday night, DH & I put the tree & the lights together so it’s ready to decorate first thing in the morning when the girls come over.
DH brings them over, along with Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. We have the Christmas music going and a fire in the fireplace. The atmosphere is complete for a nice morning, or so you’d think! And less than five minutes after the girls arrive…the phone rings!
Dear God, woman, don’t you have anything better to do with your life???? We let it go to voice mail, but I SO wanted to pick it up and tell her off.
I look over and see SD13 is in a “funk”- she has that “puss” on her face. OMG- what is wrong now? She JUST got here!!! Turns out she’s upset that we put the tree together without her last night. (Oh, boo, friggin’ hoo!). DH tries to explain to her that there wasn’t TIME to put the tree together this morning (it’s a BIG JOB) because SD18 is leaving early this afternoon and in order to get it DECORATED (everyone’s favorite part) we had to put it together last night. It wasn’t that we were trying to leave her out of anything on purpose, we were actually TRYING to do something NICE! GOOD GOD, what is WRONG with these children????
I am just about over Christmas and it hasn’t even started yet. If it wasn’t for the fact that DH absolutely adores the Christmas holiday, I’d totally pack it up and head for FL with KittyKat!







ur BS is too sweet
too bad those ungrateful brats cant take a clue from him and his selfless atitude.
and BM needs to get a life. Dh needs to tell her, no more phone calls when they are w y'all...if they need her, they will call. end of story!
"Given the right reasons and the right two people, marriage is a wonderful way of experiencing your life."
~the late great George Carlin
Reminds me of two years ago
DH insisted on waiting until SD (then 13) was at our house to decorate the tree. So we did. Whatever her problem was, she LAID in he middle of the floor so we all had to step around her and didn't help decorate AT ALL. Then when DH tried to get her involved she said, "I hate Christmas." In front of BD (then 3). And, of course, DH did NOT reprimand her about her attitude, just kept trying to "jolly" her out of it. And BD then spent the rest of the holidays saying "I hate Christmas."
"Are the holidays over yet?"
"Are the holidays over yet?" Too funny...seconds ago I emailed a friend of mine and asked her the exact same thing!
This year is just so much more stressful for everyone because of the economy. My business is really suffering...I've hardly worked at all this year. I just can't deal with any B.S. this year.
Here's a great quote I came across:
"Nothing says the holidays like a relative on the rampage..."
I'm doing everything on my own this year. My son and I are spending Christmas home alone...no more running the roads Christmas day to put up with screaming, pouting grandparents ruining it. I'm going to get my Christmas tree by myself...last year my bf stood me up to run an hour away to get parts for his princess daughters new 4 wheeler and then LIED to me about where he'd been. The only decorations in my house will be my son's Christmas stocking...and probably one for our dog, too.
Last year my bf bought his princess a pricey 4 wheeler, this year she's making noises for a car. My son will get the usual $100 spent on him for Christmas this year and he'll be happy! All he wanted was a pair of gloves!
Skids are getting nothing when I die
"To Thine Own Self Be True" William Shakesphere
Can't believe your SD16 is already putting dibs on things, waiting for "Daddy" to die! Wow. She's a piece of work-cut, it sounds like, from the very cloth SD17 is cut from.
BEFORE I married H, I thought I'd probably let his girls have my good jewelry when I die. Because i have sons, who would have no use for it.
AFTER I married H, I've done a complete turn around. Any and all jewelry, including the jewelry H gave me, will be given to my sons. if they have a wife or daughter, they can give it to her. The leeches will have nothing of mine.
Mustang, I'm so jealous. I would love to have Christmas, just me and my son. Like your son, I could never give him alot-and he was much more appreciative of the inexpensive items I could afford than the sd's ever were, when their father spent the bank on them.
I put up the Christmas tree myself, and the outside decorations. At one time I had visions of us doing it all together. Not any longer. It would simply mean increasing the contact I would have with the three leeches, and I'm just not into self-flaglation.
Amen Sister, mine will get
Amen Sister, mine will get nothing also. I will make very sure of that.
the tree
We are putting our tree up this week if all goes well. I guess I am fortunate that my kids don't ask for expensive stuff but they do wish for stuff like a laptop. My FSS1 is too little to ask for anything so that's great for now.
I love the holidays too more for the giving and family time and baking than anything else.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
Five, are you SURE you're not my long-lost sister?
(HA!)
Is there anything MORE annoying than a GROWN-UP
"whining" Daddy!! Daddy! (I hear it from three ADULTS on a regular basis); nothing against "daddy",
my mother referred to her father as "Daddy"l it's
just the TONE OF VOICE!!
I am SO DREADING Christmas with these "people" ;
I'll probably have to "work" Job 3 Christmas Eve so
I'll get to dodge the dysfunctional Christmas Eve
dinner at MILs. (smoke fest; bitchfest; REALLY sets
the "tone" of the holiday spirit...).
I already TOLD H that CHRISTMAS DAY will be SPENT
at OUR HOME with US (H and I) in charge. Anyone who
wants to come visit will be coming to Kitty and
H's house...not "daddy's" and Kitty can be there,
too!
I didn't talk to him the whole vacation (I guess I
...I was sunburned and was
called him in a bit of a stupor Friday night...I
don't even remember
playing Jimmy Buffet with the rum and cokes...so
of course he interpreted it as "I missed him"...NOT!)
But, I did tell him when I came back that this is IT.
NO MORE planning holidays with the SSkanks. No more
hanging out all Christmas holiday at mama's. If he
wants to be with them SOOOO Bad, then let's just get
a divorce and he can spend the rest of his life with
them.
Of course, he tells me that I'm blowing it all out
of proportion, yadda yadda...he just doesn't think
it's WRONG to be led by the nose by his "family",
especially on holidays, because it's gone on long
before he met me.
And, I'm no bah-humbug; I cannot stand HYPOCRICY. I
don't feel real "Christmassy" around a bunch of
chain-smoking whining, bitching, idiots who feel that
just because they get together for the holidays that
they have "spirit"....I compare it to my dog taking
a whiz in the grass; like habit, he goes to the same
spot the same time of day. Same difference. For
years, these yahoos assembled at the same place and
did the same thing on Dec 24 and 25. No wonder
any "changes" seem weird to them. I guess if I told
my dog he can't PI$$ in his favorite spot tonight,
he'd be pi$$ed, too!
DYSFUNCTION SUX!
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."-Eleanor Roosevelt
5Teens....
I feel for ya girl! I think it sux that you have all girls for skids, cause I think boys are soooo much easier! You had no drama when they weren't there..... What is up with that BM? Did she ever say why she was calling so much? What a witch!!!! We can start calling her girhippo....I just love that! That's my new name for BM's! Crayon's word! I laugh everytime I hear it! I do hope it gets better for you!
Girhippo just doesn't work for us, Sia!
Although I do LOVE the imagry.
DHs ex is anorexic skinny (we think she has an eating disorder- the girls tell us she "measures her wrists" against the 13-yr-old's on a daily basis and then goes into a tailspin if hers is bigger!) I KNOW!
Anyway, we obviously couldn't call her anything that evokes an image of "heavy", so we call her "SLINKY"...
Besides, you all know what a "slinky" is, don't you?
"A slinky is a useless piece of metal that sits around doing NOTHING...
but it will bring a smile to your face if you push it down a flight of stairs!"
So in our case, "Slinky" fits perfectly for her!
"If you have never been hated by a child, you have never been a parent."
-Bette Davis
I like Crayon's slan too
Every time I see that I smile. Part sloth, part man. I already had Girhippo figured out as being a tall, wide woman. Ha! I love it.
"OCD sucks"
Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to destroy.
--Henri de Lubac
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