On Mother's Day, a stray puppy was left at our trash dumpster. We ARE NOT keeping it, but we did plan to take care of it until my SIL, a vet, could find a suitable home.

Somehow during the day on Tuesday, it managed to get into the house. It knocked over the trash can and made a huge mess.

When I came home around 5pm Tuesday, Lazy Boye was sitting on the sofa, playing on facebook. There were socks and clothes all over the living room, and a chewed up styrofoam meat tray. I didn't say anything...

I walk into the kitchen, and it looked like a landfill! Food and containers and papers and sandwich crusts were everywhere...

I step back to the living room and ask Lazy Boye. He says the dog made a mess, and goes back to FB.

I walk outside and around the house to the back entry- couldn't get through kitchen due to the mess- and ask PITA about the mess. Yea- I didn't make it, the dog did. BTW, friend will be over soon...

Shock and disbelief.

I call Loghead and ask him what to do. He's just left his job site, almost 3 hours away, and is livid the boys left the mess. He tells me to leave it. He wants to see it.

Since I can still get to the fridge and microwave, I heat leftovers for me and Gibby. Skids pass through kitchen several times, making comments about mess, but never bothering to do anything. Friend arrives, and I'm sure he's wondering what is going on.

Lazy Boye wants to use my phone. I say no. He deals with it, and walks away. (He does later get mad at Gibby and starts bullying him...) PITA wants to use laptop- which I was using- and I say no. He gets angry- like 0 to 180 in 5 seconds flat. Telling me how embarassed he is I left that mess for his friend to see and how I should get off my lazy ass and clean it up. He then leaves room and has the gall to come back 5 minutes later and ask me again for the computer. (15 year old boys are dumb.) Again I say no, and he ramps it up. He is scaring Gibby, who decides to take a shower to drown out the noise. PITA leaves again, cursing and yelling, saying how much he hates me and I never do anything. I lock the door as soon as he leaves and call Loghead. I hate to tell him these things over phone, but luckily he says he is 10 minutes away, so I figure I can stay safe in my room...

PITA begins pounding on door. Walks away, comes back, and pounds some more. Like some crazed lunatic.

Loghead gets home and catches him in the act. He goes ballistic when he sees the mess. I tell him I need to talk to him before he talks to boys. I tell him the things they said and did, which they both deny of course. Lazy Boye actually starts cleaning while Loghead is reaming them out. PITA continues to argue and disrespect.

Loghead sends Lazy Boye outside, and PITA runs out in the process. Loghead calls his dad to come get the boys and get them out of the house. (Thank goodness for in-laws who are 5 minutes away who can rescue us when needed!) PITA comes back in, punches swinging, f-word flying, telling his dad he's not cleaning the mess, he didn't make it, then again starts in about how I'm a bitch who never does anything. She never cooks or cleans, and I'm still waiting on the day she'll do my damn laundry. Goes on about he's only pretended to like me to keep his dad happy. Swings a punch at Loghead, and Loghead pushes him off. PITA really starts to phyisically go at him, and I am about to call police.

Loghead gets him cornered in Gibby's room, and he continues to call me a bitch, and f-this, f-that. Loghead keeps saying over and over how his own mom abandoned him and how I am the only mother he's had, how can you say that...

Father-in-law arrives, and tries to calm PITA down. Usually works but doesn't. He starts going on about how he'd rather kill himself thatn live another day with me in this house... She's never done anything for me, she doesn't love me, all she wants me to do is chores....

Somehos it finally stops- I think PITA actually escaped through the window. Loghead tells FIL he doesn't want him back home for a long time, he can go live with his druggie mom (we just found out this week she's been doing drugs- she told the kids it was to mask the pain of losing them.)

He and FIL talk for a few minutes, I straighten up Gibby's room and get him tucked in bed. He took a shower the whole time. He didn't really hear any of it, but as I was rubbing his back he asked me why PITA is so mean...

Loghead never did come back in to talk to me or comfort me. He slept on the couch...

So I don't know what he's thinking or feeling. Or what will happen next.

But I know something today that I didn't know when PITA flipped out last August, or when Princess flipped out New YEar's Day-

I am the LAST-WIFE, and those skids WILL NOT be the end of my marriage. And they can kiss my fat ass if they think I am going away just because they are as crazy as their mother!