BM is so unpredicatble. It comes with the territory, I know. She's diagnosed bipolar and as I so warmly refer to her everchanging mood as the swinging pendulum.

I never know what to think and rarely do I get it right. I don't know why I bother really. Maybe it's my unwavering need to try, try, try to understand where she's coming from. I don't know. I'm just so confused half the time.

SO...

SD6 is sick. My little asthmatic always-gets-sick-worse-than-all-the-others drama queen. Well, it's our week to have the girls but BM is a medical assistant at the girls' physician's office, so BM took SD6 to the Dr. instead of DH. The poor thing was diagnosed with an ear and sinus infection. Well BM wanted to keep SD6 with her that night and DH agreed because most of us DO want our mommies when we aren't feeling good.

So on Christmas Eve I drank a bottle of wine at my mom's dinner party. Cabernet. All by myself. It was nummy.

After the party, DH and I dropped all the kids off. First the boys at their dads and then the girls at BMs. BM's new BF's car was in the driveway. I went to the door with DH only because I was half drunk and not gonna lie, wanted to see what the new BF looked like.

BM invited us in for a drink. (Again I was half drunk...) We obliged. So we drank some more...a lot more.

This is where it starts to get fuzzy.

Good.

Now she won't even return DH's phone calls when we are trying to get ahold of her for something substantial.

Good.

The girls left half their stuff at their mom's this weekend(as usual) and we of course needed to go pick it up (as usual)and her house was all locked up.

Good.