Going out with a bang
I woke up this morning and SD was making herself breakfast in the kitchen. I was relaxing on the couch, checking through my emails from overnight when the smoke detector started going off.
I go into the kitchen as SD is coming out and she asks "What's that noise????" Seriously, SD??? That's the smoke detector! I grab a pillow and start fanning the gobs of smoke that have filled my kitchen away from the detector.
I ask her if her dad approved her use of the stove this morning because he and I were both in bed when she started cooking and she said that he told her she could make eggs, but, that she decided she didn't want eggs and wanted hash browns instead so she figured that'd be OK.
Now, as SO is asleep, I can't corroborate that information with him so I told her that, in my mind, it really isn't the same thing as eggs take only a few minutes to cook and hash browns take a lot longer - especially because the ones we buy are those cubed potatoes. And, there's a higher likelihood of creating smoke and setting off the smoke detector with hash browns, as she has demonstrated. Honestly, it's her entitlement and self-righteousness. "Dad said I can do this, so, clearly, I can do that, too." Urgh.
I also told her that, honestly, if she doesn't know what the smoke detector noise is, how to stop the detector from going off, or how to control smoke while cooking then she should think twice about what she's making on the stove. Personally, I think that type of knowledge should really preclude being allowed to even touch the stove, but, hey, that's me. Maybe I'm just wacky like that. She's just lucky I was awake when it happened because I would have been really pissed off had the smoke detector woken me up.
Now she's all sulky and pouty but, I don't care. Today might be her last day here, but, honestly, my give-a-damn is busted as far as she is concerned. She's supposed to spend today getting all of her crap together so she'll be packed well before she goes to bed anyway, so, she can hide in her room all day for all I care. Just as long as she stays the frick away from me. She can pout, sulk, and think I'm mean all she wants over me telling her that she messed up because I'll be damned if I'm not going to have any say in that child filling my apartment with smoke and setting off a smoke detector just because she thinks she knows how to cook.
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i hear you! sd used my stove
i hear you! sd used my stove after being told repeatedly not to when she was 14. i went off on her. in the past she had burned the bottoms of my pots and pans (i didn't even know that was possible until she did it) and she had melted a spatula. and of course she never cleaned up her mess. so after i let her have it, she bitched to bd that she was 14 and could take care of herself. lmao. that dumb ass couldn't have taken care of a goldfish, but yeah, i'm a bitch cuz i told her she couldn't use my stove due to her constantly burning all of my cooking utensils and leaving huge messes. why do stupid people get to breathe?
Because the Darwin committee
Because the Darwin committee only awards people who removed themselves. If we do it, well . . .
Hahahaha. I was talking to
Hahahaha. I was talking to my friend about the whole SD not knowing what the smoke detector going off was and I told her that SD is clearly in the running for a Darwin Award.
SD12 doesn't clean up after
SD12 doesn't clean up after herself when she cooks, either. Part of that problem is related to the fact that, when SO cooks, he just leaves everything on the stove until he's got time to put it in the sink. In reality, it won't take him but a few minutes before sitting down to eat to transfer the pots and pants the four feet across the kitchen and into the sink, if it takes that long. I told him long before her visit that if there is anything he does that he doesn't want her doing he better curtail his own habits of doing so lest she get the idea that it's OK for her if it is OK for dad.
SD's hash brown pan is still sitting on the stove, with the knife she was using next to it on the counter. At least she put the butter away. After about 15 times of having to tell her that she can't leave the butter out because our dog loves butter and will eat it off of the counter, it seems to have finally sunk in. I find it honestly shocking that SD does not know what a smoke detector is, and yet, SO is totally cool with letting her use the stove when he's asleep.
Actually, SD doesn't clean up at all. This child makes obnoxious comments about how GUBM doesn't clean up and yet, clearly, SD is throwing stones while living in a glass house. Her first day here, on the hour and a half ride back from the airport (traffic, urgh), all she did was lament the messiness of GUBM and how she doesn't clean and yet she expects SD to clean. SD's claim is that she's a neat child. NOT! She doesn't pick up after herself, leaves crap laying around, and her room is a bit of a disaster area. The other day she had two empty laundry baskets in her room and all of her clothes were strewn about on the floor. To which I told SO "Can she at least give me back my laundry baskets if she's not going to use them??"
Her newest trick? Now that she's joined the ranks of menstruating women, she leaves blood on the toilet seat. And doesn't clean it off unless you tell her to! I noticed it once the other night, but, as I wasn't feeling well and SO was taking me to the ED, I just wiped it off with a wet-wipe and told SO in private because I didn't want to embarrass SD. But, last night, as I was going to bed, I saw that she did it again. This time I left a bright and obnoxious post-it note that said "If you get blood on the seat you NEED TO CLEAN IT UP!" She's just all around gross. I know cleanliness and hygiene are not skills that teenagers usually possess, but, ew. Once is an oversight, more than that and it is a problem. I shouldn't have had to clean it up for her the last time and I sure as hell didn't clean it for her again last night. She's just all around nasty anymore.
And, yea, I love how I'm the horrible person because I don't want her filling my apartment with smoke, I don't want her leaving her crap laying around wherever she drops it, and I don't want her leaving f*cking blood on my toilet seat.
I hope one day she has her own unruly SKid to deal with that gives her a hard time, worse than the hard time she's giving to me and SO. Because I sure as hell will NOT be there to lend a sympathetic ear when she complains!
Maybe a cooking lesson from
Maybe a cooking lesson from dh is in order.
The sad part is she helps him
The sad part is she helps him cook every evening. More like she needs a lesson in the kitchen basics "here's the smoke detector. When it goes off it sounds like this and you need to do this to get it to stop. To prevent it from going off, crack a damn window when you're cooking".