Okay, the weekend is almost over so it's time for me to vent again. I am sorry to sound like a bitchy, crotchety old lady but I have had it. These kids, meaning my step kids, are nothing but freaking little liars and DH just doesn't get it!!!

So, the middle step daughter, as some of you may remember,  just got back from a trip with her mom. She had gone to this convention thing for which she begged and begged her dad for this costume so she could wear it while she was there. Turns out that she didn't wear it. She had told DH that she didn't wear it because it was too hot. So this weekend while she was lingering about the kitchen, doing her pacing thing, I asked her how her trip was. She said it was good and she volunteered that she forgot her costume at home so she did not wear it.  Of course I knew what really happened, or at least what she told her father, so which one was it? I cannot believe a girl that was so hell-bent on getting this costume would have forgotten it. What I think happened was that she felt insecure and so therefore she didn't wear it. Mind you again, her dad spent over $150 on this costume that was tailor-made and that she just had to have. I can almost guarantee you it will never see the light of day and we will certainly never see it on her body. First lie of the weekend.

Second lie, to explain this one I need to give you a little background. The last time the skids were here DH was doing their laundry for them. That's a whole other issue since they are 12, almost 13, 14 going on 15 and 17 going on 18. Anyway, the last load to get done was the 12 year old boys' clothes. By the tume ther were dry, the kids had left. I was not going to fold those clothes so I simply went in and layed them on his bed. My thought would be he would see them laying there and fold them.   Apparently my expectation was way too high.  As they were leaving this afternoon DH opened his door to check to see that his room was clean and found the clothes all over the floor. Apparently DH forgot that he had done the laundry so he asked whether the clothes were clean or dirty. That little shit said they were all dirty. I had to say something so I said, "wait, the clothes on your bed? No, those were clean. I put them there so you could fold them and put them away". The kid turn totally red and DH told him to go back in his room and at least put them on his bed.

I am so sick of these freaking lazy, lying snots!!!  Maybe it was wrong of me,  but as they left I said absolutely nothing to them. I just have nothing more to say to these kids, they disrespect their father, they only come out of the room when they need something, and they lie straight to his face and he, I hate to say it, is sometimes stupid enough not to even catch on. Or maybe it's me and that my expectations as a parent were much higher with my own children. Maybe that's what I have to let go of. I'm not saying my kids were perfect, they weren't by any means. And we had our struggles trust me. But I called my kids out when they did something wrong, and I stuck to my punishments.  And I didn't let him get away with bullshit!  Yes, I'm sure they lied to me and got some things past me, but some of the stuff that goes on around here I feel is so obvious that if someone doesn't see it they're choosing not to.

In any case, I spent most of yesterday away from the house and it was glorious! The next time they are here I will be doing the same thing, and as suggested on my last post, I will find a way to take my dogs with me so they are not stuck in their crates all day because nobody wants to deal with them.