This weekend has been a revelation for me. Those things Puke does that gets under my skin and irritates me to the point of going hostile, don't seem to have had as much affect on me these past 2 days. I'm still irritated but try to find the entertainment value in it and have a good inner laugh about it.

I just hid something in the bathroom that Puke did not put back in it's proper place. I know, Sally, I should have trashed it but I was thinking how comical it would be just thinking of her frantically looking for it. Then her wondering how in the world it got THERE.

BM called DH yesterday to discuss changing visitation to one week a month instead of EOW. DH said he was fine with but isn't sure Puke will be and doesn't want to make her cuz she'll make our lives miserable if she's made to. I agree. I don't want an angry teen for a week.

Then he tells me that Puke tells BM that when she is here for a week that she and I can't talk during the day cuz I'm working. How is that any different than I was going into the office every day? And she doesn't talk to me when I'm not working. WTF!!

DH was all weepy this morning because he got to talk to Puke this morning on her birthday. What's up with that? I don't having bio kids so maybe I just don't understand.

In the last year or two I have slowly let myself go (put on a few extra pounds, just haven't had the motivation to follow through on a beauty regime and don't have that spark to do things). It's like I've lost a bit if who I used to be.

I work from home so I am in sweats/yoga pants all day with my hair in a pony and no makeup. I don't have the routine of having to "get ready" and going into the office every day. I love working from home and not having the office politics/drama is less stressful but I'm not feeling motivated.