Dh finally got a job. Took 7 months but he did it. he works 7 am-7pm. so its a huge adjustment. Im thrilled though. its minimum wage but i don't care....untill I get home on his daughter has the door jammed. When she finally opens it shes saying oh im so sorry i was cleaning.... (yeah okay what the hell did i just walk into?) So i take my shoes off take my scrub top off. im in my skanky tank top that i wear under my scrubs. and walk into the kitchen to start supper. YEP! there it is I run into another young lady. my sd was trying to shoo her out the back door but she forgot her phone charger. so I said "who ARE YOU?" she said "sd15 said it was fine if i came over." no phone call no warning no nothing. So i insist on taking the girl home becuase its stormy looking weather... she live quite a ways from where we live. and sd was just going to make her walk home when its getting dark and rainy. This is sd15 first time to be trusted to ride the bus since running away last year... I was pissed i wouldn't talk to her untill her father got home. all she kept doing is crying saying she would take responsibility for all of it. So when dh got home we tried to talk to her and she was a butt! yelling at me. this and that. well i was eating dinner with hubby and threw my paper plate on the table and gravy went all over her....she just bawled and i was yelling at her asking her how uncofortable she made me. how she made her friend felt. then sd like "i never lied to you"...oh yeah by telling me you were cleaning the house. trying to rush her out. no lies there.

Now she has very few clothes since the incident of shitting her pants and throwing them with the dirty clothes and never washing them. so i wash her clothes she brings them to the dirty clothes. i wash them and switch them over every night and she folds a load every morning....only one problem. she refuses to fold clothes. she will sit in dirty clothes. she will fight every day.clothes pile up for her to fold then by the time DH makes her fold clothes its WWIII.

So last night she refuses to do any of her chores at all. NONE! while she was sleeping I went and took all of her clothes. She came to me this morning wondering WTH happened.

I said you want to be like your toddler brothers then a toddler you will be treated like. After you get your stuff done I will bring you a pair of clothes to put on. You want me to be a bitch fine. Welcome to it. I gave you chance after chance. Im done.

So i get a phone call from my mil pissed saying why the hell is sd15 wearing dirty clothes? I said shes not I took those clothes from the clean clothes basket and tossed them to her when i was leaving this morning. sd15 was bawling. mil handed the phone to her. I said i got those out of the clean clothes basket that was supposed to be folded this morning. she said yes i just threw them in there this morning. i said well thats not my fault you put dirty clothes in the clean basket. why didn't you say anything. she just cried you are so mean.....

I said put your grandmother on the phone. I said look if you want take her home change. i handed her clean clothes if she put them where they belonged this wouldnt be an issue.

2 weeks of this shit!