Summary, DD and I have moved into a "seasonal" rental aka condo for tourists while construction commenses on my house to add rooms on. Building up, verses out. FDH and his kids are still in his apartment.

I my head I knew construction started Monday. I drove by the house today to see it sitting there, with no roof. Looked like someone had lopped it's head off. I wanted to cry. God I hope construction goes fast. It's been less than a week and I already hate apartment living. Second floor condo so we have people over us, under us and beside us. It is just never, ever quiet.

I got into an argument with FDH last evening. Man cannot comprehend where I am coming from and apparently per him I am just being unreasonable.

This is his year to have Thanksgiving and Christmas with his kids. BM had them last year and flat refused to share. Those were "her days". Okie doke. Flash forward to this year, and she is throwing herself a pity party that she isn't going to see 'her kids' for the holidays.

BM sent me flowers and a note saying thank you for all I do for the kids yesterday.

Figured it out when I got home last night: SD's dance fees are due.

If she had saved the $ on the flowers, she likley could have paid half the dues/costs for the classes.

Long story made short, I arrived in her town last night due to needing to be at the office at 5am this morning. New computers being delivered, setup and networked and I had to sign for them and talk to the IT folks.

So... I was going to get a hotel room. But JHW convinced me to just crash at her house last night. Has she ever mentioned her DH apparently was a bar tender in a previous life??? If so I missed that part. We girls sat and drank, many, many... way too many.. concoctions that he was mixing up.