SD8 threw her shirt at me!
I make SD8 and BD11 lay their clothes out for school the night before, that way their is no b*tching in the mornings about what to wear. I also make their lunches the night before and they have their bookbags packed and ready at the door. I just think it helps to create a smoother morning. So SD8 came back for her 7 days with us yesterday, I asked her to go ahead and lay her clothes out for the next day and a few minutes later she called my name in her most whiny voice. I walked in her room and she THREW a shirt at me and said, "You need to iron this for me". Ok it hit me in the face. Now let's forget that before she got there I had worked all day on laundry, the house was spotless, a beautiful meal was made, and I worked in the yard. So needless to say I was kind of tired by this point. I threw the shirt back at her and told her when she learned to ask me politely for my help she could speak to me again and I walked out. How about SD8 went into a screaming crying fit and yelling DAADDDDDDYYYYYY she threw my shirt at me and won't iron it! He didn't even want to hear my side and is pissed off at me. Was I wrong to throw the shirt back at her? I would have done the SAME thing if my own daughter had acted like that.
I would have done the same
I would have done the same thing, but probably wouldn't have been as nice as you. And as above, dont ever iron anything for her again. In fact, don't ever do anything for her again. Unless of course she would like to apologize and explain to her father what actually happened.
Her mother talks to people
Her mother talks to people like that, barking out orders so I know that is where she gets it from. I had to teach her how to say please and thank you, yes ma'am, etc... Guess she forgot all that after being at her mother's last week.
I just can't believe SO took her side, like I was picking on her or something?
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I have two words....entitled
I have two words....entitled brat....
okay wait..i have two more words....FUCK and NO.....
You are not wrong. What a
You are not wrong. What a brat.
I have tried so hard to help
I have tried so hard to help this child to learn manners, speak kindly, be a normal child. But she is just a F-ng weirdo, no friends, no personality. The only person who is allowed to hug her is DADDDDDDDDYYYYY, all I'm good for is to wash her clothes and cook her meals I guess. Anytime I try to do fun things with her that I do with my daughter she will tell me her mother won't like that blah blah blah. Well your mother is a cum dumpster whore but that's a whole different subject! LOL I don't say that, just think it. Guess smart mouth is going to be wearing some wrinkled clothes for a while becuase I'm not ironing sh*t for her or her dumbass dad!
That is true, I guess from
That is true, I guess from now on I will just say IDK, go ask DAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY to everything, eventually she will get the hint. I work my 40 hours a week at a regular job and then come home to have shirts thrown at me. Needless to say I feel very unappreciated by him and SD8 right now.
Oh I know! My BD11 is
Oh I know! My BD11 is starting to have the hormones a little bit and I have to remind her to watch her mouth/her tone and she treats me with respect, imagine what this little brat will be like in 5 years!
Yes. The next time I heard my
Yes. The next time I heard my name called I would yell back, "Your dad is (in the garage, in the shed, in the bathroom, in the living room, wherever he was at the time)."
"Iron my shirt!"
"Go ask your dad"
ETA: I would be telling my so-called husband that I would not be watching his kids when he was not available anymore either. Then he won't have to worry about whose side to be on.
My soon to be ex-AHH would
My soon to be ex-AHH would always blame me. The kid would start screaming because he was rude and didn't get his way and AHH would always say to me "what did YOU do??"
Ummm... This is yet another reason I gave up! Good luck with that brat in her teens!
I wish I could explain the
I wish I could explain the way he looked at me. Like I had slapped his little precious in the face or something. Like HOW COULD YOU! I ended up throwing my hands up and walking into the bedroom and slamming the door. I could hear him in there consoling her from the tragedy of the evil stepmother. I don't know how she puts up with me LOL