I tried to make it work, I really did. At least, I had hoped it would work. Unfortunately, this, my friends, is how we roll.

On our way to D.P.’s house last night, I reminded E and M that D.P. was really tired, and wouldn’t be playing ball or anything for quite awhile. [He’s due to see a surgeon next week for a consult on a hernia injury he ‘picked up’ at work.] They could play in the backyard, or we would watch a movie… but D.P. and I just wanted to veg. They agreed that if they didn’t behave, we’d leave immediately, and there would be no going out to eat on payday (a special treat that I’ve tried to keep up on). I trusted them, I really did. Little did I know that my kids had some really unruly behavior in store for me. I don’t know why I’m still so surprised.

It started out like any other visit to D.P.’s house… a warm welcoming with a joke, a hug and a kiss on the cheek for each of us. Okay, no kisses for E, but for the girls there were kisses. Anyway, as we walked into the house, E went straight to the back door and played outside. VICTORY! M soon followed.

Over the course of about an hour, D.P. busted E after he climbed on a tree that he’s been told every single time NOT to climb – this time, he broke some branches – and I busted both of them ripping up about 25-30 leaves on the irises (they have been cut back, so no flowers).

Obviously, we ended up leaving the house. I was so pissed, all I could see was red. This happens every single time (save, once or twice) we go over there, and I’m tired of it. šŸ˜¦

In better news, I had an interview yesterday, and now I just wait to get an offer on Monday. After that, I’ll take my drug screen while ‘they’ run a background check… if all goes well, I’ll be leaving Hell very, very soon!