I know I havent been posting much lately but life has me extremely stressed. I do come on and read though. One of the things that is stressing me out very badly is the Mouse. I feel badly that I feel this way about her and Tony thinks I am an ogre for feeling the way I do. But Mouse drives me completely insane. Her father wont keep up with her when she is in the house and lets her run wild. She can touch anything she wants and we arent supposed to get mad because "she is just a baby." Well no, she is two. She is old enough to start teaching that everything isnt hers. She throws absolute fits when denied her own way. I get mad because Cory wont keep her from getting into Keyana's stuff. I have to keep anything that I really want Monkey to keep put up high in my room and pray that Cory doesnt decide that he will give it to her anyway. After all, nothing should be just one childs. That is BS in my book. I didnt raise the boys that way. Monkey is pretty sick of her as well because she simply wont leave anyone alone. Evidently the mouse got into Billy's room the other night while he was at work and she did something to his computer. Pulled out the wires on it or something and now it doesnt work. At first he thought she just messed up the monitor but every one we try wont work. Cory lets her roam in there with drink and who knows if she spilled it on the tower. Billy is furious and I dont blame him. He has told her and Cory not to go in his room. Heck, Monkey doesnt even go in there if he isnt home. I got in trouble the other night...I guess it was Friday night...because Monkey wanted to sleep on my hospital bed so I got in the bed with Tony to sleep. Well Cory wouldnt keep Mouse in the living room or have her go to bed and she kept coming in my room and was trying to keep Monkey from going to sleep. I made her leave the room at least 4 times by taking her out to the living room with her father but he never made any attempt to keep her there. I finally got fed up and picked her up, screaming the whole time, and put her outside my bedroom door and closed it hard. Supposedly she got her finger caught in the door when I did that. I dont believe I slammed her finger in the door but its possible she tried to push the door back open and the door caught her finger because my door is broken. I am so sick of hearing "MINE!", "You Mean!", and stuff like that. She screams and cries if she doesnt get her own way and I can only imagine what her babble means because she looks really mean at you and spouts this babble which I can only take as her attempting to tell me off. I refuse to cater to her and when she wont do what I tell her I banish her from my room. Ugh first it was Buck and now its a toddler. They are about on the same level! I know why I had kids young because Im simply not up to taking care of little ones now. And yes, monkey can get on my nerves too but she knows when I mean it and wont push me.