Update to Eff my life....
We now have a very pouty SD cause DH made her deal with this crap.
After I got home the other day. DH knew I was PISSED off about this whole thing. I told him I am not waiting another year to get on with our lives because SD can't get her shiznit together. I will sell this house out from under them..they can figure out another year of housing and I will move where the eff I want to. I was done..I've done my time and its not fair to keep jacking my life around for his failed reproductive experiment.
DH at first was like...oh its' ok..it would only be another year. Then he realized I was not kidding and I was DONE. That got his attention.
DH was going to just take SD's word for everything....but I quickly blew holes all through that bullsh*t.
SD tried to tell DH that some random guy pulled her out of class and talked to her, but didn't tell her his name or his title. I prompty told DH...REALLY YOU BELIEVE THAT....yea I highly doubt some random guy pulls a kid out of class and doesn't tell them who they are or what their title is. So...given that do you really think she has all the information? (at this point I didn't care if I was being controlling or not....neither one of these chuckleheads can get their heads out of their @ss). I told SD she needs to get to her guidance counselor and figure this shiznit out, as in the NEXT DAY. Then I got treated with .
Sd: I don't know where the guidance counselor is.
Halo: SO ASK SOMEONE IN THE OFFICE.
SD: I don't know where the office is.
Halo: After almost 4 years..you don't know where the office is? what do you know?
SD: I know where the attendance office is.
Halo: THEN GO THERE AND ASK.
SD: They won't knowwwwwww......
*This is where I channeled Rags to deal with both of these dumb@sses*
I told DH..tomorrow morning you both have plenty of time to go the school. DH you don't start work till 10 and SD you have late arrival. DH, YOU WILL FROG MARCH SD TO THE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING. You will take her to the attendence office and ASK WHERE THE EFF THE GUIDANCE COUNSELOR IS. There is no, we will do it later, I will email, or what the eff ever. Either you will do this or your will both find your selves homeless very quickly.
DH sensing that I have reached the end of my limit and he will most likely be divorced before the month end if he doesn't get this sh*t sorted takes SD to the school the next morning.
Low and behold the office is RIGHT NEXT TO THE FRONT DOOR. The door SD has walked through every school day for almost 4 years. (Yes I knew this). The go in and imagine that they have a sign up computer for the guidance counselor. Ah...but as luck would have it....SD's guidance counselor was there and was available right at that time.
So..in the end SD DID NOT have all the information (insert shocked face here)......and the random guy did tell her his name and his title . (He is the graduation counselor that works with kids at risk of not graduating) SD at that point admited she just forgot but didn't want to say that. Then while the guidance counselor is explaining what SD needs to do....SD was on her phone apparently. DH took said phone and lit SD up in the guidance counselors office.
DH and SD got the information on what needs to be filled out for the last seal that she can get. It was more complicated than SD "remembered".
DH did tell SD if she doesn't graduate there will be consequences if she doesn't graduate ontime. Things such as..no moving into our condo, etc.
DH and I did have a very lenghty conversation. I will no longer put myself at the bottom of the list. Either get this in line or he and SD will be jetisoned from my life and I will move on. I'm done waiting, etc.