Ughhhhhh. Rawwrrrr. Figured I'd start this blog with some animal sounds because I am feeling quite monster-like at the moment. Atilla's birthday is Sunday and her cousins are having their birthday on Saturday (they were born on Feb 5 & 6 2 years apart). So what is DH's FIRST COMMENT? "Why don't we celebrate Atilla's birthday at the same time?" Um...Because your sister is paying for the bowling for HER KIDS birthdays and you just want to take away from them. I can see it now:

BM calls last night to make sure we have Atilla covered with Medical Insurance since when she turns five Title 19 drops off. DH told her yes she is on Fadings, since hers was the best between ours. BM asks how this whole thing is going to work. DH and I explain over speaker phone that when she takes Atilla to the Doc, she will pay the copay, then when we get the bill we will split it in half and subtract the copay from her half and that is what she owes. (this is all in the divorce decree) Oooooo Big Momma did not like that!

Saturday night we picked up Atilla for her overnight. We went to Walmart to pick up a few groceries. As soon as we pull into the parking lot, Atilla's first words are: Daddy I want a toy. He told her no. *applause* So we go in and she sits in the cart and as we are going through the aisles picking up the few things we needed she continues to ask "can I get a toy now" and we both repeatedly told her no.

Sooooooooo long story short BM is on the brink of eviction and DH wants to have SD4 come live with us....PERMANENTLY. Now this would be perfectly fine if she was a child who shat rainbows and glitter, but NOOOOO this child spews acid. BM already has a new place picked out so its NOT like they will be street or minivan dwellers. I told DH that unless someone gets lil miss sunshine's attitude and behavior in check that she will continue having visitation and sleep over occasionally but cannot live here permanently. I can't deal with the mini monster on visit days let alone round the clock.