Let me start with the high point: Loghead thanked me for being the go- between and doing all the scheduling with Loca Grande for the last 12 years. About damn time he recognizes that!

It all started this evening around 8pm, when PITA 15 called and asked to come home for his birthday to see his friends. As many of you know, Loghead sent PITA to live with his parents in May when he verbally lashed out at me, physically attacked Loghead, and did some damage to household contents. PITA has spent the summer with my in-laws, and with Loca Grande, his bio-mom. I heard him tell PITA to call back in an hour so he could talk it over with me. He told PITA it was my decision if he could come home. Loghead didn't know I heard this...

Like I really had a choice? His whole deal has always been that I don't love him, that I just pretend to love them, and I only take care of them because they live with us. Well, I do love him- though he is a pain in the ass (PITA). He's a typical teenage boy and very self-centered. He has anger management issues and has major abandonment issues since his mom basically left when he was 2. If I say no, cause I'm still really pissed at him, I'm a bitch and then that proves him right. Which he's not. I love him, but I require a level of human decency and respect to be shown to me as the woman who has raised him and cared for him all those years. I am the adult, I pay the bills, and when I ask you to take out the trash, it's no BFD. Instead, he goes ballistic...

So anyway, less than 20 minutes later. The phone rings. Loghead looks at me and asks if PITA can come home and have friends stay. The phone keeps ringing. I tell him it's fine as long as I get the movie night Loghead promised me, and PITA helps clean afterwards and can act like a RESPECTFUL member of this FAMILY. Loghead answers and tells PITA it wasn't an hour and he hadn't even had time to talk it over with me. He took the phone ont he front porch, so I don't know what happened during the conversation. Once, I heard Loghead yell at him, "She's my wife! And that's all there is to it!"

Loghead comes in. I ask what's going on, he says he's gonna get PITA and Lazy Boye Friday night from Loca Grande's house and friends will meet here around 9, and they have to be gone Saturday afternoon by 3 so we can have our date. I ask why he's gotta go all the way there when PITA has an ortho appt with Loca Grande at 10 in Friday morning, 25 minutes from our house.

So Loghead calls PITA back. He didn't know he had an ortho appt so he asks Loca Grande. It boils down to this: Loca Grande wasn't going to take him since it was the day to set up payments. But she tells PITA she's not taking him since she doesn't feel well.

(Side note: Loca Grande claims she has a growth on her thyroid and in 2 weeks she gets it removed and tested for cancer. This is her 5th cry of 'cancer" in 12 years.)

(Side Note 2: It's in court ordered mediation that she will pay for his braces since we paid for Princess's. It was supposed to split 50/50 but when the time came for her to pay, she couldn't so she she said if we paid Princess's, she would pay PITA's. We got it in the mediation papers on file.)

Loghead asks why her husband or mother can't take him. Then she counters back that she has an appt at noon with her doctor. Loghead tells her there's plenty of time to do both. She says she's too tired and she's just not going to do it. Loghead tells her she'll still have to pay for appt even if they don't show because it wasn't cancelled in advance. She relents and says she'll take PITA if Loghead can meet her and get boys back to our house after. No problem.

An hour later, PITA calls back all upset because she now says no, she just won't do it. She doesn't have the money now for that expense and his braces aren't as important as her health. (Yes, the crazy bitch actually said this to her own son.) Loghead has a million things to take care of tomorrow- 2 of our 3 vehicles are not working and he's gotta get them up and running, but he offers to go get PITA. Hell, I even offered to go get PITA! Loghead says he will call the ortho office in the morning and see if they can reschedule later in the day and he will make final plans with PITA and Loca Grande in the morning.

I go in to get ready for bed, and there's a voicemail message from her. Classic. "I've decided that you all can take care of PITA's braces if they are really that important to you. Apparently Loghead's truck is more important than my health needs... I just don't have the time or money right now. I'm fighting for my life."

Oh, boo-hoo. I'll believe she has cancer when I see her hair fail out from chemo. And I don't mean that to be callous- I'm the daughter of a survivor, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. But hell, this woman is such a liar, she's probably faking this just to get out of the $3000 for braces.

The part that really has me pissed is my sense of ettiquitte... If she knew she wasn't going to take him, why didn't she try to arrange with us to get him there? Or why didn't she call and cancel with the office? He's getting his molds done, and that takes about an hour. That's wasting time that the ortho office could have used for other patients.

So I have no idea what's going on tomorrow. I just know that at some point PITA and Lazy Boye will be home. Their basement bedroom flooded in the rain a few weeks back, and totally got messed up. I even went down and put things back together for them so it wouldn't be a nightmare when their friends came over. PITA will be 16 on Saturday.

I also know that if their being here messes up my movie date with Loghead, there will be hell to pay!

And back to my opening line, as I breezed through the kitchen, Loghead grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a hug, and thanked me for being the one to deal with her nonsense all these years when it came to scheduling the skids whereabouts.

I thanked him back, and inwardly filled with glee that I disengaged from her December 19 and haven't put up with her shit since!