I am really starting to hate weekends. DH and I couldn't do anything on Saturday because we had to babysit. We made plans to go out early on Sunday, but he had misread her schedule. She started work at 10 a.m. so we got to babysit all day. I left the house at 11:00 and told DH that I needed to go anywhere, alone, because I just realized that this would be our lives for the next 13 years at least. He didn't say much.

I got home and started getting things ready for the friends who were coming over that evening. To say I was grouchy would be an understatement, but, even though DH commented on my bad mood, things weren't that bad. SD came home around 6, the company was there and things were as good as they get nowadays. I got a few loads of laundry done and got a cake in the oven for my students on Monday. (This is where the meat cleaver comes in.) I was looking for my cake tester since SD puts things anywhere but where I keep them and, as I ran my hand into the drawer, I found the edge of the meat cleaver. It is very sharp, btw. Anyway. no stitches were needed, but that kind of limited what I could do in the kitchen.

Right after DH, his friends and I finished dinner, we decided to take off. SD and her son were still eating, so we just left. We got back about 2 and half hours later and she had left everything on the table and gone down to her room. I was pissed, but hey, why should things change? DH and I cleaned up the kitchen, but I didn't start the dishwasher since I knew SD would have a few things in the morning to make it a full load.

Yesterday, she didn't work. She is taking a math class this summer so she can enroll in a nursing program in the fall (she says she likes to help sick people and that it seems like a career you could be proud of. I am a bit cynical about her chances of success but that is a later blog.) That was from 9-10:30 in the morning. Her son was in daycare. She only had her own laundry to do for herself. I got home at 4. The dishwasher was full of dirty dishes. We had no clean plates. I told her that it would have been nice if she had at least run the thing; she said "I wasn't in the kitchen until Dad told me to put out the tofu to thaw." She also drank 3 quarts of tea that her father had made the night before and apparently didn't have any time to make more.

If you have read this far, thank you. This is just a rant to keep me from yelling and screaming. Even DH said last night that he feels terrible, but he just doesn't like his children. I can't even imagine how hard it would be to say that about one's own children, but in his defense, he was never allowed to be their dad. BM threw him out when the fibromyalgia hit him and she kept them with her (6 hours away by car) except for very limited visits and the 2 years of Hell when she let the older SD live with us. I really do think that if we had been able to have more of an effect on the kind of young women they could have been, they might have turned out to be decent human beings instead of the selfish brats they have turned out to be.