DH was irritated with my dad last night bringing my son (who turns 16 this week) home late. 

I told DH that I was irritated too, and would have picked him up myself but when I called they were on the way. They just decided to go cruising around and get ice cream and hang out- without asking me. So what we were expecting an on the way of less than 5 minutes turned into 2 hours. However- he is 16, about to have his license and will be out until curfew starting this week. It was my fault for not being clear on when to be home with BS and my dad. 

DD14 was in an ATV accident while she was visiting cousins in upstate NY with her dad the day after Thanksgiving. She snapped her humerus in half, lost a kidney, internal bleeding and a chest wound that has required 5 surgeries as of today.

DH and I were in the car about 2 hours north of our home in VA when we got the call that she was in the accident. The 7 hrs to get to her were brutal. 

This is kind of a hot-mess express story but here goes: DH and I find a house and move in together. At the end of our Cul de Sac I realize that an old friend of mine from HS lives there with his wife and kids. Our son's instantly hit it off and I think great! Friends to do cookouts with and stuff, right? Well, he barely speaks to me the 2.5 years we live there. I have a "mom" relationship with his wife- mostly just coordinating who has the boys. Whatever. No big deal. 

Some of you remember the drama between me and my ex over the summer. If you don't a quick recap: He has always been an active dad but out of state most of my kids lives. He just retired from the military and decided that at 41 he didn't want to work anymore and wanted me to drop CS significantly. When I didn't agree he tried to get DD13 (only DD not our son) to come live with him and offered her a few bribes which caused a lot of issues with me and DD. Thankfully things have calmed down and everything is back to normal. DD is no longer angry.