DH actually came up with a great idea, he asked Inbred if he could get them a different night this week so that he could go with us to OBS dinner. She agreed but of course she tells him at 5pm that it has to be this night or just don't see them until his next visit. He was rushing to get out of the house and like a dumbass I went with him because he still hasn't fixed the AC in his car.
I told him before hand I was not going into any public bathrooms unless I had to pee.

Inbred sent the kids this weekend with a specific message. After DH picked them up I was greeted at the door with
"Can we change our budget for this week?"
Well hello to you to DH, my day was good thanks for asking. And no we can't.
Oh here comes the pouting from dPPP.
Me-What??
DH- Inbred told them we would buy their halloween costumes this weekend.
Me- Why would she do that? Did you tell her you would buy them?
DH - No, I guess she figured I would.

So, I've bashed my BM...
People are understanding, tell me how they feel my pain, how they're right there with me and how stupid and evil she it.
I've bashed my skids,
I get much of the same. They all hate theirs, I handle things well, I'm a hero...some one really told that.
I complain...to the point of bashing I guess and again
Cheers from the audience.
I don't think there's ever a good reason to walk away from your child.
*screeching breaks*

My weekend started off with a phone call while I was on my way home.
DH- Can you pick up some jumbo size marshmellows?
Me- Why on earth would I do that.
DH- Because that's dPPP favorite desert.
Me- Really? Marshmellows? That's what you and Inbred are raising her on?
DH- Would you please just pick up a bag?
Oh sure, because nothing is more thrilling then stopping at the grocery store on a Friday at 5 when you just want to get home. But, her royal heiness is coming, must drop everything to please her.