See, it is already Friday and SD still doesn't have her bed outta here. I mentioned to DH that she would probably need his help tomorrow if she plans to be gone before the weekend is up. She works at 5 tomorrow evening and starts at 1 on Sunday. I won't be home to help and frankly, she doesn't want my help, so he will be the one to bear the brunt (no, she won't be concerned about his health.). His response: "Then I guess she won't be out of here by the end of the week." ARGH!!!!!

SD went to see the apartment yesterday and will be signing the lease on Friday! Her rent isn't too bad and she will be responsible for gas & electric (which means she will have to learn to put on a sweater instead of turning on an electric heater). She will also be applying for food stamps (I know...why didn't she get them when she lived with us to help? I have no freakin' idea.)

I am really starting to hate weekends. DH and I couldn't do anything on Saturday because we had to babysit. We made plans to go out early on Sunday, but he had misread her schedule. She started work at 10 a.m. so we got to babysit all day. I left the house at 11:00 and told DH that I needed to go anywhere, alone, because I just realized that this would be our lives for the next 13 years at least. He didn't say much.

So, we were shopping yesterday and I mentioned that I would like to get a few new shirts for work. I didn't see anything I liked where we were, so I said I would like to go to another local discount store this weekend to get a few things. DH says "Great! SD said she wanted to get some shorts, so you can go shopping together!" Excuse me? I simply stopped talking at that point and later in our excursion said, "You know...I just realized that I only have about a week of school left.