So, last night before bed I went to the laundry room to get my stuff and noticed that difficult child, in her haste to dash out to monkeyboy's house, never put her 2nd load of laundry in - the one with her work pants in it!! I hesitated barely a full second because I worried she wouldn't have clean clothes for work; I shook the fog from my head, turned out the light and went upstairs. I never put the laundry in! Yeah for me. And then today, I went home at lunch to get the corned beef and cabbage going in my crock and difficult child asked me if I could drive her to work later. I said "Sure but what will you do for me, and what's wrong with your car?"..."it's running on fumes. I have no gas". I told her "I will bring you but you'd have to get a ride home at 10PM, that is unless you're going out" and she said, "well I have to come home first so P (that's my H) can give me me money for gas first" !!!!! <me biting tongue> then, "I don't think H will give you money, but why would you go out at 10:30 anyway if you have to be home at 11:30?" difficult child: "Because mom, it's St Patrick's Day!" (we are not Irish, well, H is, but we're not). Baaahaaahaaaaa--------------me: "you can finish and clear your laundry out of the machines, clean the bathroom and take the dogs out and if those things are done when I get home later, I will drive you to work" I didn't do her laundry I didn't give her money I didn't yell Yeah.