So, I've been bit(hing a bit lately about my mother's impending visit, the ticket debaucle, and our totally crap finances. What I have not said is that FDH, during this whole ordeal, has been completely pi$$y about the whole thing. His main issue being the expected length of her stay vs. our finances, which is totally understandable, and we're both a lot more comfortable with the current 15 day stay she's planning.

What I also haven't mentioned is that a buddy of FDH got maried not too long ago and recently had to vacate the barracks. Of course, FDH offered up our place for him to say. Now, this guy's nice enough, and I like him an all, but if we can't let family stay because of our finances, how are we letting *friends* stay because of our finances??? Anyway, so this is how I'm informed about the matter:

FDH: Hey, I told my buddy, A, that he could stay with us until he can get into a place. He'll be here this Friday.

Me: *blank stare/don't know what to say*

The next day, I've found my proverbial ball sack, so I start asking FDH about the particulars involved. I'm told that there's another guy in his unit that owns a house and that guy is PCSing to Korea soon. That guy told A he could rent his home, so A will only be staying with us about a week and a half. I told FDH that I had my reservations about this, but I would deal with a week and a half.

Later that day, FDH tells me (notice, there's no asking in this entire senerio) that A will be staying in our basement. This is a bad idea on many levels because our basement is a common area and calling me shy is like saying the ocean's pretty big. The basement is our laundry room, sewing room, and play room (the bedrooms in this house are *NOT* big enough to accomodate toys). I tell FDH no, flat out. A can stay in the spare bedroom that's for his son. FDH tells me no, A has a couch and they don't want the hassle of trying to move it upstairs. I haven't done laundry since A moved in, and he yells at DD9 everytime she goes down there to play.

Two days after A moves in, FDH leaves for GA for court. On the way to the airport, A let it slip (or maybe didn't know that *I* didn't know) that he was still pi$$ed that SGT B didn't let him rent his house after all. I manage to get a minute w/ FDH and am like, "what did I hear about SGT B's house?" FDH tells me it's all ok, A is just gonna rent another place. Heck, there are 3 "for rent" signs in just our neighborhood alone (two on the street we live on). It's no big deal, he still won't be staying there long.

So, FDH is gone, and A is turning out to be a terrible house guest. First of all, FDH tells me that he told A that his rent will just be to buy groceries - afterall, he does eat with us. So, yesterday, I realize we're at that point where I only have 2 complete dinner meals left in the fridge/pantry, I have sevral half dinners, but their each missing 1 or 2 things (i.e. cottage and ricotta cheese missing for lasagna, heavy cream missing for fettucini alfredo, etc.) I call up FDH to let him know what's up, he tells me to make out a list for A. A gets home and says FDH called him to let him know we needed some milk, cereal, and a few other items. I'm a bit flabergasted, b/c my list is a week's worth of groceries - far beyond a "few" things. I ask him then what FDH had discussed with him. This is where I learn that FDH and he had not discussed any sort of rent agreement. A, however, says he's not trying to be a free loader, so we go to the grocery store together to get the list. While we're shopping, I'm just watching him get more and more aggrivated. When we get to the check-out, I realize why when he says, "Whew, that was a lot less than I thought it was gonna be." Um, $70 for a weeks worth of groceries for 3 people is cheap; I have no clue why he's complaining at all. And $70 worth of groceries for a week's worth of rent is an even better deal, so shut your damn pie hole.

Also, the door leading from our house to our garage is almost never locked because we close and lock the garage door. For reasons beyond my comprehension, A insists on leaving the garage door opened. Yeah, b/c my FDH doesn't have *thousands* of dollars worth of tools in there and no criminal would ever think to try to gain entry into the house using the door that connects the house to the garage.

And finally, I expect to have to tell my kid to turn off lights. I do not expect to have to tell a grown ass man to turn a light off after he leaves a room, bathroom, the garage, etc.

So, I am not a happy camper. Not at all a happy camper. Today, I ask FDH exactly when A is leaving b/c this is getting to be rediculous. I'm thinking that really this week or week and a half just cannot go fast enough. I want my home back. So, FDH says, "I don't know, has he called any of those rental properties yet?" Well he11, I don't know, he comes in (leaving the garage door wide fu(king open) and goes straight to the basement where he stays unless he's coming out to smoke (no smoking in the house). So then, FDH says, "It's ok, he knows to be out no later than the 20th." The 20th!?!?!?!!?! Are you fu(king kidding me!?!?! So pitch a fit because we can't afford for my mom to stay more than 2 weeks, but your buddy, who is a horrible house guest, gets to stay a month!? FDH had to go, but will be calling back later. I hope he knows to brace for my wrath.