Well considering we had SD13 3 weekends in a row, this past weekend went significantly better than any other weekend has.

BM was on vacation with her new boyfriend and her aunt stayed during the week with SD. It is AMAZING what a difference it made in SD for her to be away from her mother for a full week. She was like a completely different kid. Her aunt made her go to school every day, made her pick up after herself, clean up her room etc. When she came to our house on Friday I was shocked. She was polite and even pleasant at times. She didn't annoy the shit out of me and whine and complain about everything like she usually does. I didn't have to ask her once to pick up her dishes, she just did it. SO didn't even have to give her shit about anything the whole weekend, except for the fact that she didn't bring any appropriate clothes again.

We had no idea when BM was coming home but we had assumed it was Sunday since that's when we take SD home. We had no idea what time she was coming home. Even her aunt called us to see if we knew when she was coming home. We were waiting around for BM to call or text to say she was home. We contemplated calling or texting her but decided against it to prove a point. She is the one who left and didn't tell us when she would be back. She should be calling us to say we could bring SD home right?!
So we waited. And waited. 9:30pm Sunday rolls around, and its a school night and SD is tired and we still haven't heard from BM. At about 9:45pm BM's boyfriends Barbie car pulls up in the driveway. BM knocks on the door and SO answers it. BM freaks out and this is how it goes down:

BM - WTF? Its a school night you know?! Why haven't you brought her home yet??
SO - Well we had no idea what time you were going to be home. You didn't tell us and we have been waiting for you to call
BM - I've been home since 5am! I tried texting you but you guys both have my blocked from text
SO - That's a lie. SM doesn't have you blocked and she got no texts from you and neither of our phones wrang
BM - Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?
SO - Are you drunk? (BM is noticeably drunk) I can't believe you would show up here drunk to pick up your kid.
BM - Fuck you. SD is never coming here again
SO - Get out of my house. Go wait in the car. SD is upstairs cleaning her room and getting her things, she will be out in a minute.
BM - I'm not drunk. Im tired. You're such an asshole. SD is not coming here ever again.
SO - You have 3 seconds to get out of my house. I'll say it again. Go wait in the car
BM - Fuck you guys. SD is never coming here again just so you know....(as she stumbles out the door)

So SD comes downstairs after hearing all this, and gets her stuff and puts on her shoes and says to SO "Ok so I can call you right dad?" He asks her what she means and she says "I can call you right? If she hurts me?". WTF? We both freak out and ask her what she's talking about and if BM hurts her and she gets teary and says "No she doesn't hurt me, but she's not usually drunk so what if she hurts me?".
So we assure her that everything will be fine and she's to call us if there is a problem. Neither of us think that BM hurts her. SD is very young for her age and just associates being drunk with fighting or hurting someone. Its those damn domestic violence commercials on TV.
We called SD in the morning to make sure everything was ok and it was fine.

But guess what, BM didn't make her go to school Monday. BIG surprise....she hasn't been to school all week.

This poor kid...She's going to fail at life all because her mother is too lazy and pre-occupied with her boyfriend to set some rules with her kid. She's a mess!

I can't wait until we go meet with the counselor next month and they can tell BM what a fuck up she is!