13 Days Until Little Idiot Goes To Boot Camp
First they told me she’d be gone in January (latest would be February), then it got pushed back to March (DH: “I said March all along! You must’ve forgot!”) then it became middle - NO the end - of April because SD thought “that’s when I’ll be ‘mentally ready’.... oh but maybe I can squeeze out the first week in May because that’s my birthday and I’ll get gifts”.
Does it sound to anyone else like she does not want to go? The problem is that she was provided with three options and not four: college, military, or full time job paying rent with a launch date. The fourth, which she would have liked very much, was: work a part time job, keep all the money for spending and live rent free for the foreseeable future. Up until a few weeks ago when she quit her job, that’s what she had been doing and it was a pretty sweet gig. She had the best clothes, the best shoes, and ability to try each and every pricey makeup gimmick on the market (which she took full advantage of). I told her and DH that she should save some of her money, but I was ignored. Now that the party is nearly over, I can Little Idiot is get more miserable by the day.
She went out for a run last night, but since it is April in NY, there was some rain earlier and the roads were damp. There was also a light breeze. Well she ended up “twisting her ankle” and had to stop. America get ready for the Coast Guard’s finest new recruit!
Also, Friday we are supposed to take her for fingerprinting. “Where do we have to take you?” “I dunno, I thought YOU were going to find that out” FFS do you want us to complete boot camp and create a military career for you as well??? Ask your recruiter and you better hope she answers in time, because I usually takes her 3-4 days to bother responding to your repeated idiocy.
My mother said I look tired at Easter and I am. I am tired of cleaning up after 3 adults and getting no respect from DH. If/when this whole charade is over, I’m going to tell DH either she goes or I go and he can get an apartment with her and support her lazy butt. Good luck to him too because I know DH and he will go bonkers when the apartment needs cleaning and neither of them are willing to do it and since she can’t cook anything that doesn’t come in sealed plastic and can’t be put in a microwave, he’s going to lose a lot of weight. Half the business is mine (we built it together from the ground up and it’s not a business that can be divided easily) and so is half of everything we own so it’s going to be a real mess if we have to go down that road and I won’t be nice AT ALL in a divorce.