YSD16 is Veruca Salt, personified.
My YSD 16 came over with her older sister last night for weekend visitation. I never know what to expect from these two, because they can both be very moody. YSD16 starts harping on her dad and me in the car, about how we need to do this and that - fix up the house, get a dog, etc.
Her dad told her we are not getting a dog anytime soon because he recently had a heart attack, and his energy levels aren't what they used to be. He doesn't have time or energy to take care of a new dog. But that answer wasn't good enough for the skids - because they WANT A DOG, NOW. So a few times a month she gets on a roll and its non-stop pestering, guilting, and why, why WHY CANT WE GET A DOG?! I have learned to stay quiet and calmly say "No, that is not going to happen." DH tried this tactic where after the 3rd time she asked him the same question and he answered, he ignored her. So she yells "HELLO?!" "ARE YOU GOING TO ANSWER ME?" I am just dying inside because she really does remind me of Veruca Salt from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory and I am trying not to smile or roll my eyes. What kind of kid acts like this? I am so over her little snits and demands.
Then, when the whole dog thing flops, she starts in on how we need a gigantic headboard in our bedroom because she saw this in a magazine and it would "look so amazing." I told her "yes, that would be cool, but right now we have about 6 other pieces of furntiture that we need more. We just moved in to a new home and our budget is set, so we don't have a ton of money to spend on frivolities. Well, she has never had a job so she has no idea the value of a dollar or the work and responsibility of having a large dog. She doesn't do chores because her dear daddy thinks she will break a nail if she has to scrub her own damned toilet. Sometimes you just have to laugh at the absurdity of this kid. I wonder if she will find a rich husband who tolerates her or if she will try to leech off her BM? She can't stand anyone else being in charge so I think she will find a nice cuckhold husband to act as her ATM. Not my problem.
Oh and when I asked if she will be driving herself and her sister over for visitation (BM bought her an SUV the day after she got her drivers license) he says no. She refused to drive over because she "has to park her SUV in our garage" or she isn't bringing it." DH had the sense to say no. I have been hounding him to clean up the garage for 3 months so I can park our SUV in the garage - but no, he hasn't gotten around to it yet. So, looks like we will ferrying her back and forth indefinitely. Her older sis hasn't gotten her license yet because she "has anxiety." Sigh. If and when she gets a job I will be introducing her to "THE BUS." I am not paying for the gas to be her personal taxi.
Ok. End of rant. I had to get that out of my system because I can't bring it up to the DH or he gets defensive. Meanwhile they still order him around at the dinner table. "Daddy - I need a fork. Daddy you forgot to make the gravy. Daddy, there's no ice in my water. Daddy, why didn't you heat this baked potato all the way through? Go put it back in the oven." Yup. Its hard to bite my tongue and not sweat the small stuff.