And so it begins...again... in meh...

So my daughter’s arrangement living with my sister isn’t working. She messaged my inbox on Facebook basically telling me she was coming to my house. I said are you telling me or asking…

She then lays out this laundry list of stuff she’s dealing with at my sister’s place and that my nephew feels the same way and that he liked it better when he lived with my dad. I’m sure all the kids feel that way. But at the same time, I don’t know what to believe.

My daughter is a master story spinner. There is no telling what’s going on there. She wants to enroll baby at the school across from where I live.

The thing that pisses me off is that she had the chance to avoid all of this. She didn’t want to stay with me because I live “all the way” down south and away from bullshit for real. I mean there’s stuff that goes on in my neighborhood, but I love where I live. Anyway, she’s the one that wanted to be in the thick of everything like she was missing something. The only thing she is missing out on is common sense. She’s like her father in the sense that they always have to be doing something and not to even be productive. I don’t do the drama they seem to thrive on. In fact drama expends me emotionally and I don’t like it.

So I told her that she can keep all the yelling and attitude. I don’t need any of that. I have a quiet home. It’s my place of peace and that’s what I need. I told her to respect my shit, respect her brother’s stuff. I know that went in one ear and out the other. I can’t leave money lying around. Not that I have much TO lie around, but hey. I know my daughter. I still don’t trust her.

I’m going to try not to have an attitude. I really need to try to keep that in check. It’s just that I want her to be ambitious about her life instead of wanting to sleep all the time and then she’s up all hours of the night eating up every damn thing. No matter how many times you tell her that life doesn’t revolve around her she still doesn’t seem to get it. Stop lying about everything and just do what it takes to get to a comfortable point in your life. And yes, that means sacrificing all the unnecessary bullshit she deems important in life. Mainly eyelashes and weave.

::sigh::

I’m going to have to pray a whole lot in these next few months. Her birthday is next month so if she does work, she’s going to want to not work that day because the sun is suppose to rise and set on her ass. Then she’s going to complain of never having a good birthday. I told her it was not my fault that she decided to be an asshole right before she was to have a party or something. She was my difficult child. Was? She still is…

And on that note, I will sign out after I read my bookmarks.

Take care one and all…

Maybe I’ll write about my weekend later.

Kindest regards,
Sister