I feel bad that I am happy.
Should I feel bad that I am happy that I do not have to endure another weekend of crazy with a K. My family finds ourselves with out the stepchildren again. It is a relief. Which means no 2 am calls from their mother, waking everyone up because of another fake emergency. No text messages to the stepchildren to have them take pictures of themselves before they leave our home to rides bikes. No threats from their mom about how their hair is done or lack of style to their hair. There will be no complaining that the clothing that they are wearing doesn't meet her standards. Complaining that we should take 10yo to American Eagle, Aerpostle etc. and finally no complaints of how she is poor because she is choosing not to work. Thank you Lord for a small break! Yet I feel bad because if she were not KRAZY we could have lovely weekends and my husband could enjoy his girls.