Mean Mommy told Kid 1 that my patience with him and his freeloading ways is very thin. The deal we made last summer when I let him come back home (I kicked him out for a week after his third stay-out-all-night-don't-call episode) was that if he wanted to live in my house and eat my food and use my internet bandwidth, he had to make my life better with him than without him. I wrote up a detailed contract which he agreed to abide by. At the VERY least, he is supposed to clean the catbox, take out the garbage, and do the recycling--on his own, without me reminding or nagging him. It never happens. NEVER.
This morning I told him, "I love you very much, but I'm not a doormat."
He will shape up for a day or two and go back to his old ways. He goes to college full time and works part-time as a news writer for a website. How do I get him out of my house? Seriously. I need to know.
Nice Mommy cuddled on the couch for an hour with sick and weepy 15 year old Kid 2. She's worried about her grades. She went through a period earlier in the semester where she pretty much just blew off her homework. So she got a horrible progress report from school and had to do all the missing work. The semester is coming to an end now, and with only getting partial credit for late work, she doesn't think her grades will be 'good enough' for her dad.
She informed me that he told her if her grades didn't come up, he would sue me for custody. To this I have a few responses:
a) It's MY fault that her grades are bad? How much oversight does he think a parent has over a ninth grader's homework?
b) What kind of piece of shit bullies and threatens his own daughter?
c) LMAO. Does he realize he's basically saying that living with him will be her punishment? Living with him is in fact quite punishing, which is why I left him. (Plus he's short).
Being afraid of her dad's reaction turned into she's not good enough for anything and the world was going to end last night there on the couch. I assured her that as long as she wants to live with me, she will. That people don't take children away from their mother unless they are drug addicts, prostitutes or abusive. We also made a plan to study crazy hard for her last two finals. I got the French handled, and my brother the Math/Computer Science major can help with Geometry.
Nice Mommy had a very difficult time trying not to turn into Mean Mommy and say horrible things about her father. Like the fact I wish he would evaporate from the face of the earth.
I was nice to Kid 3. She was happy and cute doing little dances around the living room and slept through the night. Which was fortunate because Kid 2's meltdown was uniterrupted.