trinityroyal
Well-Known Member
Gosh! My head is so muddled I don't know where to start.
How about...
Step-D (whom I should rename difficult child the Second) drops by unannounced several times a week, and then sits her behind down in the living room and expects to be entertained. There are babies to wrangle, dishes and laundry to be done, dust rhinos roaming free all over the living room carpet, beds to be made...I could go on, but she sits there like a little princess expecting me to make her a cup of tea and then sit and chat for a few hours. The last time, she rang the doorbell and then thumped on the door. Since I wasn't expecting anyone, I scooped up the crying baby nearest to me and ran to answer it. She poked her head in, and said, "Are you busy?", then waltzed in, fiance in tow, and planted herself in the living room. Did I mention that she has a key to the house? Did I mention that she's 32 years old? You'd think that she would, say, offer to do a load of dishes or something...
She also keeps pressuring me to let her babysit. She was offended when she found out that I'd asked my friend L to babysit instead of asking her a few days ago. This is the girl who doesn't know which end of a baby to put the diaper on. This is the girl who drops and breaks at least one dish every time she comes over. (Years ago, I bought 4 sets of matching dishes to ensure that I'd have one complete set.) Honestly! If I let her babysit, I'd have to make sure Little easy child was home to tell her how to do it. Not gonna happen.
And the icing on the cake, the neighbourhood lad who was cutting my lawn for me while I was pregnant killed my magnolia tree. The one right outside my office window that used to flower beautifully. And then had the nerve to just slink away and not tell me.
Dee, I'm so very sorry to hear of your troubles. You're in my prayers.
Trinity
How about...
Step-D (whom I should rename difficult child the Second) drops by unannounced several times a week, and then sits her behind down in the living room and expects to be entertained. There are babies to wrangle, dishes and laundry to be done, dust rhinos roaming free all over the living room carpet, beds to be made...I could go on, but she sits there like a little princess expecting me to make her a cup of tea and then sit and chat for a few hours. The last time, she rang the doorbell and then thumped on the door. Since I wasn't expecting anyone, I scooped up the crying baby nearest to me and ran to answer it. She poked her head in, and said, "Are you busy?", then waltzed in, fiance in tow, and planted herself in the living room. Did I mention that she has a key to the house? Did I mention that she's 32 years old? You'd think that she would, say, offer to do a load of dishes or something...
She also keeps pressuring me to let her babysit. She was offended when she found out that I'd asked my friend L to babysit instead of asking her a few days ago. This is the girl who doesn't know which end of a baby to put the diaper on. This is the girl who drops and breaks at least one dish every time she comes over. (Years ago, I bought 4 sets of matching dishes to ensure that I'd have one complete set.) Honestly! If I let her babysit, I'd have to make sure Little easy child was home to tell her how to do it. Not gonna happen.
And the icing on the cake, the neighbourhood lad who was cutting my lawn for me while I was pregnant killed my magnolia tree. The one right outside my office window that used to flower beautifully. And then had the nerve to just slink away and not tell me.
Dee, I'm so very sorry to hear of your troubles. You're in my prayers.
Trinity