AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG.

That pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. We had my SD5 over for the weekend. Friday night she was good. Saturday morning she was good. Her dad worked Friday night and got home around 9am. I told him that SD5 had been really good and that we should go do something special with her. So we decided to go to the science museum. I asked her dad if he wanted to go or stay home. He said he wanted to go. Her dad hadn't slept since Thursday. He was tired and kind of irritable which put SD5 in a bad mood and she was a TOTAL brat the whole time we were there. She would say she wanted to do something and then throw a tantrum when we would go do it. She pouted and glared if we told her she needed to wait until her sister (17 months) was done playing with something to move on to the next exhibit. She kept running off without telling anyone where she was going. UGH. It sucked. We pretty much did dinner and put the kids to bed at 7pm because we were all so completely done with the day. Normal bed time at our house is 7-8pm for the 17 month old an 8pm for the 5yo.

Sunday SD5 wakes up at 7am and comes in our room without knocking and says "It's morning. You need to get up." Seriously, child?? SERIOUSLY? You did not just tell me to get up.

Anyway, we eventually get up. Or, you know. I get up. Her dad stays in bed. She demands candy for breakfast insisting that she was "Really good yesterday." She continues arguing with me and eventually lands herself in time out. For the next hour she is playing the "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!" game. You know the one where she picks up a toy off the floor and says, "LOOK AT THIS TOY I HAVE! ISN'T IT NEAT?! DID YOU KNOW I WAS GOING TO PICK UP THIS TOY?!" This went on constantly for a good hour.

Her dad finally woke up and planted himself on the couch watching TV. We have wood floors and a 4' x6' rug in our living room. I always change the baby on the rug. SD5 had set up her train tracks covering 90% of the rug. At the time she was playing at the opposite side of the train tracks. I sat down at the edge of the rug to change the baby's poopy diaper. SD5 kept saying, "LOOK AT THIS TRAIN!!!" I said, "I need you to play independently for a few minutes while I change your sister's diaper." So SD5 comes over and starts ramming her train into my knee. I said "Please stop." She started arguing with me, "But my train needs to go through here!!!"

I lost it. I took apart a few pieces of her train track that were next to me. I finished changing her sister's diaper and I left the room.

When I finally came out of the bedroom, her dad is snuggling with her on the couch and coddling her, meanwhile SD5 is glaring at me from across the room. I got up and decided to leave. Her dad said I needed to leave the baby at home, I didn't. He said the only reason she's upset is because I haven't apologized to her.

I came back home after she went back to her mom's house, and I started saying that even if he doesn't agree with my method of dealing with things, that he still needs to support me and not allow SD5 to drive a wedge between us while he's snuggling with her and she's being a total brat. He told me that I was basically being abusive to her and he would not allow that to happen and he needed to do "damage control" and that was why he needed to comfort her.

I am SOOOOO close to telling him to take his psychotic ex wife and his bratty daughter and go live someplace else.

I hate this. I love him, but his daughter is the spawn of satan and I cannot deal with her anymore.