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This is a good place for me to chronicle the story of D-Day II, Concubine, the granddaughter, and hopefully not the death of the MT by either my hand for destroying something, or his own by running out in the street (which he has done twice, now, at our house just visiting). Hilarity (for the other six of you) will ensue, I'm sure. For me it will probably be more like this



So this will be the story of whether or not you can deprogram (full grown and miniature) white trash into productive members of society. And also if you can prevent them from raising another one. It'll be like a government study. If only I could get a few large in a grant for this.......think of the savings for the taxpayers!

Today is move in day for D-Day II, the Concubine, the MT, and the granddaughter. Mrs. D-Day and I had a nice, peaceful night last night. I would imagine that will be the last one in awhile. We have the room for the Level II kids (the MT and the granddaughter) set up with a crib and the MT's Cars bed, changing table, dresser et al. The Level I kids (D-Day II and The Concubine) have their furniture in their room and need to get it set up. They were supposed to move in yesterday, but apparently the girl they were staying with stole the Concubine's wallet and emptied what little she had in her bank account and her (Ohio's equivalent to the) Bridge Card. Nice friends, eh? We've already told them we don't want her family at our house and that we would prefer that her friends not know where we live. If she wants to see them, she's going to have to go down to the White Trash Ghetto and visit. No friends of D-Day II that we don't already know, either.

And so it starts.............Gonna be an interesting next few months

I don't want to be a downer, but I tried a similar experiment at one (low) point in my life. The WT was not related, so that could make a difference.
I was living peacefully by myself in an upper flat in Troy (husband and I were separated, another story TL-WR) when a person I knew at the bar I was tending at told me of a WIC mother and her 2 yr old that really needed a place to live. They could pay minimal rent. I had an extra room so I though, WTF, I'll do someone a solid. OMG, never, ever again.
The two year old was bad enough (flushed combs down the toilet, ran down the fire escape naked to John R to flash cars, destroyed books and other sundry stuff) but the mother was a real pip.
She dressed like a whore, dumped the kid on me or whoever else she could con into watching him for "a few" while she went out until the following morning, screamed at the kid threatening to "knock his dick in the dirt" unless he behaved (he was TWO for God's sake), destroyed the place and, the final straw, stole money out of my wallet and then blamed the kid. I put up with it for about 3 months being as kind as I could and finally told her to get the fuck out. Then I was terrorized by her loser friends coming over to threaten me; I had to recruit some guys from the bar to follow me home after work for a while.

That white trash didn't tan.

middle aged female wrote:I don't want to be a downer, but I tried a similar experiment at one (low) point in my life. The WT was not related, so that could make a difference.
I was living peacefully by myself in an upper flat in Troy (husband and I were separated, another story TL-WR) when a person I knew at the bar I was tending at told me of a WIC mother and her 2 yr old that really needed a place to live. They could pay minimal rent. I had an extra room so I though, WTF, I'll do someone a solid. OMG, never, ever again.
The two year old was bad enough (flushed combs down the toilet, ran down the fire escape naked to John R to flash cars, destroyed books and other sundry stuff) but the mother was a real pip.
She dressed like a whore, dumped the kid on me or whoever else she could con into watching him for "a few" while she went out until the following morning, screamed at the kid threatening to "knock his dick in the dirt" unless he behaved (he was TWO for God's sake), destroyed the place and, the final straw, stole money out of my wallet and then blamed the kid. I put up with it for about 3 months being as kind as I could and finally told her to get the fuck out. Then I was terrorized by her loser friends coming over to threaten me; I had to recruit some guys from the bar to follow me home after work for a while.

That white trash didn't tan.

My old neighbor fits that almost to a T. Couldn't have been more than 25 and, from a distance, pretty attractive. A closer look, however, showed all the signs of a party girl who got whatever she wanted until she shit out a black baby. She lived with a friend (I think) and an aunt or her mother sometimes would stop in. Absolute. Shit. Show.
The toddler (I'm no doctor, but I'll go fetal alcohol syndrome/autism) was practically feral. When he wasn't throwing tantrums and stomping on the floor (what a delight), he was waking up at 3 a.m. shrieking. Mom's solution? Scream at him to stop acting like a fucking baby. His tantrums also cut into their nightly dope-smoking sessions.
It became unbearable and the landlord told them he wouldn't renew their lease.
I'm glad they're gone, but I often wish some magic thing could rescue that little boy and give him a look at how semi-normal people. Otherwise, he is royally fucked.

D-Day, you're trying, so best of luck to you and Mrs. D-Day. I hope things go as well as they possibly can.

Day 1 with the kids in the house is complete. I could write a novel about how fucked up the MT is. He pretty much runs both of them (D-Day II and the Concubine) and dictates everything they do. They're already on Mrs. D-Day's nerves. I worked from home yesterday morning. The MT just shrieks whenever he gets excited, stomps around the house, and generally gets into things. But these things aren't really surprising when you consider that he ate mini-marshmallows for breakfast. Yes, just opened a bag of mini-marshmallows that she bought for him along with a shitload of junk food. There's never been this much junk food in my house. Dinner wasn't until 930 at night because it was apparently more important for the Concubine to visit her grandmother than it was for her to feed her kids at a decent hour. This was followed by an, interrupted by me, play session in the backyard. No concern for neighbors that might not want to hear a shrieking kid at almost 1000 at night. I think he was asleep when we went to bed at 1130, but it hadn't been long

Looks like there will already be a talk happening today while I am at work. I may not be the one killing the MT. It might be Mrs. D-Day.

That didn't take long......we'll see what the Concubine and D-Day II do.

D-Day wrote:Day 1 with the kids in the house is complete. I could write a novel about how fucked up the MT is. He pretty much runs both of them (D-Day II and the Concubine) and dictates everything they do. They're already on Mrs. D-Day's nerves. I worked from home yesterday morning. The MT just shrieks whenever he gets excited, stomps around the house, and generally gets into things. But these things aren't really surprising when you consider that he ate mini-marshmallows for breakfast. Yes, just opened a bag of mini-marshmallows that she bought for him along with a shitload of junk food. There's never been this much junk food in my house. Dinner wasn't until 930 at night because it was apparently more important for the Concubine to visit her grandmother than it was for her to feed her kids at a decent hour. This was followed by an, interrupted by me, play session in the backyard. No concern for neighbors that might not want to hear a shrieking kid at almost 1000 at night. I think he was asleep when we went to bed at 1130, but it hadn't been long

Looks like there will already be a talk happening today while I am at work. I may not be the one killing the MT. It might be Mrs. D-Day.

That didn't take long......we'll see what the Concubine and D-Day II do.

Sounds like you will have to be reverse grandparents and be the ones that reduce the intake of sugar and the wild-time play. That's a pity in a way, but if the parents aren't going to raise the kids someone with some common sense needs to step in.
Good luck and be prepared for some real resistance.

middle aged female wrote:

D-Day wrote:Day 1 with the kids in the house is complete. I could write a novel about how fucked up the MT is. He pretty much runs both of them (D-Day II and the Concubine) and dictates everything they do. They're already on Mrs. D-Day's nerves. I worked from home yesterday morning. The MT just shrieks whenever he gets excited, stomps around the house, and generally gets into things. But these things aren't really surprising when you consider that he ate mini-marshmallows for breakfast. Yes, just opened a bag of mini-marshmallows that she bought for him along with a shitload of junk food. There's never been this much junk food in my house. Dinner wasn't until 930 at night because it was apparently more important for the Concubine to visit her grandmother than it was for her to feed her kids at a decent hour. This was followed by an, interrupted by me, play session in the backyard. No concern for neighbors that might not want to hear a shrieking kid at almost 1000 at night. I think he was asleep when we went to bed at 1130, but it hadn't been long

Looks like there will already be a talk happening today while I am at work. I may not be the one killing the MT. It might be Mrs. D-Day.

That didn't take long......we'll see what the Concubine and D-Day II do.

Sounds like you will have to be reverse grandparents and be the ones that reduce the intake of sugar and the wild-time play. That's a pity in a way, but if the parents aren't going to raise the kids someone with some common sense needs to step in.
Good luck and be prepared for some real resistance.

Mrs. D-Day is pulling yeoman's work in this one. I have the luxury of going to work everyday (although I can see some WFH days coming up so I can pull guard duty and give her a break). The Concubine (and to a certain extent D-Day II) are just in a different place that no one else knows about. Here's paraphrase of a conversation I got via text from Mrs. D-Day on the subject of why the MT doesn't take naps in the afternoon and what's he going to do when he hits kindergarten and he's gonna have to, at a minimum, be quiet (an impossible task for him at this point):

Concubine: I didn't take naps in kindergarten
Mrs. D-Day: Well, you must have gone to a one of a kind kindergarten
D-Day II: (After coming downstairs and before he gave up trying to get the MT to go to sleep) I didn't take naps in kindergarten, either
Mrs. D-Day: Shut the hell up, D-Day II. You were three in kindergarten and you most certainly took naps. And don't tell me what you did when you were three. I was there, remember?

The hard part, as I see it, is this. Pulling both of them through the veil and to reality in regards to a LOT of stuff (structure, schedule, diet, noise, consideration for others, etc.). The good thing is that there aren't any drugs that we're dealing with. D-Day II knows all to well how that ends up. He was given an hour to GTFO after we found roaches on the back porch last summer. I've never seen any evidence that the Concubine is mixed up in anything and nothing has triggered my Spidey sense since last summer with D-Day II. Especially since the granddaughter's (hereafter known as the GD) paternity was established. The Concubine, even though she's not very smart, is polite and respectful. So there's that. It's just stupidity that we're dealing with

So far we've been pretty successful in keeping the GD with us with, "Sure we'll watch her while you go (insert errand, or whatever). No problem". The good thing is the GD is absolute joy to have around and the difference between her and the MT at the same age is astounding

D-Day wrote:

middle aged female wrote:

D-Day wrote:Day 1 with the kids in the house is complete. I could write a novel about how fucked up the MT is. He pretty much runs both of them (D-Day II and the Concubine) and dictates everything they do. They're already on Mrs. D-Day's nerves. I worked from home yesterday morning. The MT just shrieks whenever he gets excited, stomps around the house, and generally gets into things. But these things aren't really surprising when you consider that he ate mini-marshmallows for breakfast. Yes, just opened a bag of mini-marshmallows that she bought for him along with a shitload of junk food. There's never been this much junk food in my house. Dinner wasn't until 930 at night because it was apparently more important for the Concubine to visit her grandmother than it was for her to feed her kids at a decent hour. This was followed by an, interrupted by me, play session in the backyard. No concern for neighbors that might not want to hear a shrieking kid at almost 1000 at night. I think he was asleep when we went to bed at 1130, but it hadn't been long

Looks like there will already be a talk happening today while I am at work. I may not be the one killing the MT. It might be Mrs. D-Day.

That didn't take long......we'll see what the Concubine and D-Day II do.

Sounds like you will have to be reverse grandparents and be the ones that reduce the intake of sugar and the wild-time play. That's a pity in a way, but if the parents aren't going to raise the kids someone with some common sense needs to step in.
Good luck and be prepared for some real resistance.

Mrs. D-Day is pulling yeoman's work in this one. I have the luxury of going to work everyday (although I can see some WFH days coming up so I can pull guard duty and give her a break). The Concubine (and to a certain extent D-Day II) are just in a different place that no one else knows about. Here's paraphrase of a conversation I got via text from Mrs. D-Day on the subject of why the MT doesn't take naps in the afternoon and what's he going to do when he hits kindergarten and he's gonna have to, at a minimum, be quiet (an impossible task for him at this point):

Concubine: I didn't take naps in kindergarten
Mrs. D-Day: Well, you must have gone to a one of a kind kindergarten
D-Day II: (After coming downstairs and before he gave up trying to get the MT to go to sleep) I didn't take naps in kindergarten, either
Mrs. D-Day: Shut the hell up, D-Day II. You were three in kindergarten and you most certainly took naps. And don't tell me what you did when you were three. I was there, remember?

The hard part, as I see it, is this. Pulling both of them through the veil and to reality in regards to a LOT of stuff (structure, schedule, diet, noise, consideration for others, etc.). The good thing is that there aren't any drugs that we're dealing with. D-Day II knows all to well how that ends up. He was given an hour to GTFO after we found roaches on the back porch last summer. I've never seen any evidence that the Concubine is mixed up in anything and nothing has triggered my Spidey sense since last summer with D-Day II. Especially since the granddaughter's (hereafter known as the GD) paternity was established. The Concubine, even though she's not very smart, is polite and respectful. So there's that. It's just stupidity that we're dealing with

So far we've been pretty successful in keeping the GD with us with, "Sure we'll watch her while you go (insert errand, or whatever). No problem". The good thing is the GD is absolute joy to have around and the difference between her and the MT at the same age is astounding

Part of what you're dealing with is two parents who are thinking "I'll raise my kid any damned way I see fit. It ain't your kid, it's mine". And the more you push, the more they'll push back. I don't have a solution because I don't think there is one. Just persevere and teach by example of the way you deal with MT and GD.
I've dealt with my daughter's husbands making comments about some of the things we did raising our girls and how their kids aren't going to ________ (fill in the blank). What shuts them up is when you say, "Hey, we must have done something right; you married her, didn't you?"

What does Concubine do when Mrs. D-Day disciplines the child? Does she let her or does she step in and bitch? That kid's gotta have discipline and a schedule or your life is going to be hell.

D-Day wrote:

middle aged female wrote:

D-Day wrote:Day 1 with the kids in the house is complete. I could write a novel about how fucked up the MT is. He pretty much runs both of them (D-Day II and the Concubine) and dictates everything they do. They're already on Mrs. D-Day's nerves. I worked from home yesterday morning. The MT just shrieks whenever he gets excited, stomps around the house, and generally gets into things. But these things aren't really surprising when you consider that he ate mini-marshmallows for breakfast. Yes, just opened a bag of mini-marshmallows that she bought for him along with a shitload of junk food. There's never been this much junk food in my house. Dinner wasn't until 930 at night because it was apparently more important for the Concubine to visit her grandmother than it was for her to feed her kids at a decent hour. This was followed by an, interrupted by me, play session in the backyard. No concern for neighbors that might not want to hear a shrieking kid at almost 1000 at night. I think he was asleep when we went to bed at 1130, but it hadn't been long

Looks like there will already be a talk happening today while I am at work. I may not be the one killing the MT. It might be Mrs. D-Day.

That didn't take long......we'll see what the Concubine and D-Day II do.

Sounds like you will have to be reverse grandparents and be the ones that reduce the intake of sugar and the wild-time play. That's a pity in a way, but if the parents aren't going to raise the kids someone with some common sense needs to step in.
Good luck and be prepared for some real resistance.

Mrs. D-Day is pulling yeoman's work in this one. I have the luxury of going to work everyday (although I can see some WFH days coming up so I can pull guard duty and give her a break). The Concubine (and to a certain extent D-Day II) are just in a different place that no one else knows about. Here's paraphrase of a conversation I got via text from Mrs. D-Day on the subject of why the MT doesn't take naps in the afternoon and what's he going to do when he hits kindergarten and he's gonna have to, at a minimum, be quiet (an impossible task for him at this point):

Concubine: I didn't take naps in kindergarten
Mrs. D-Day: Well, you must have gone to a one of a kind kindergarten
D-Day II: (After coming downstairs and before he gave up trying to get the MT to go to sleep) I didn't take naps in kindergarten, either
Mrs. D-Day: Shut the hell up, D-Day II. You were three in kindergarten and you most certainly took naps. And don't tell me what you did when you were three. I was there, remember?

The hard part, as I see it, is this. Pulling both of them through the veil and to reality in regards to a LOT of stuff (structure, schedule, diet, noise, consideration for others, etc.). The good thing is that there aren't any drugs that we're dealing with. D-Day II knows all to well how that ends up. He was given an hour to GTFO after we found roaches on the back porch last summer. I've never seen any evidence that the Concubine is mixed up in anything and nothing has triggered my Spidey sense since last summer with D-Day II. Especially since the granddaughter's (hereafter known as the GD) paternity was established. The Concubine, even though she's not very smart, is polite and respectful. So there's that. It's just stupidity that we're dealing with

So far we've been pretty successful in keeping the GD with us with, "Sure we'll watch her while you go (insert errand, or whatever). No problem". The good thing is the GD is absolute joy to have around and the difference between her and the MT at the same age is astounding

The beginning of every great romance.

Mad Max wrote:

D-Day wrote:

middle aged female wrote:

D-Day wrote:Day 1 with the kids in the house is complete. I could write a novel about how fucked up the MT is. He pretty much runs both of them (D-Day II and the Concubine) and dictates everything they do. They're already on Mrs. D-Day's nerves. I worked from home yesterday morning. The MT just shrieks whenever he gets excited, stomps around the house, and generally gets into things. But these things aren't really surprising when you consider that he ate mini-marshmallows for breakfast. Yes, just opened a bag of mini-marshmallows that she bought for him along with a shitload of junk food. There's never been this much junk food in my house. Dinner wasn't until 930 at night because it was apparently more important for the Concubine to visit her grandmother than it was for her to feed her kids at a decent hour. This was followed by an, interrupted by me, play session in the backyard. No concern for neighbors that might not want to hear a shrieking kid at almost 1000 at night. I think he was asleep when we went to bed at 1130, but it hadn't been long

Looks like there will already be a talk happening today while I am at work. I may not be the one killing the MT. It might be Mrs. D-Day.

That didn't take long......we'll see what the Concubine and D-Day II do.

Sounds like you will have to be reverse grandparents and be the ones that reduce the intake of sugar and the wild-time play. That's a pity in a way, but if the parents aren't going to raise the kids someone with some common sense needs to step in.
Good luck and be prepared for some real resistance.

Mrs. D-Day is pulling yeoman's work in this one. I have the luxury of going to work everyday (although I can see some WFH days coming up so I can pull guard duty and give her a break). The Concubine (and to a certain extent D-Day II) are just in a different place that no one else knows about. Here's paraphrase of a conversation I got via text from Mrs. D-Day on the subject of why the MT doesn't take naps in the afternoon and what's he going to do when he hits kindergarten and he's gonna have to, at a minimum, be quiet (an impossible task for him at this point):

Concubine: I didn't take naps in kindergarten
Mrs. D-Day: Well, you must have gone to a one of a kind kindergarten
D-Day II: (After coming downstairs and before he gave up trying to get the MT to go to sleep) I didn't take naps in kindergarten, either
Mrs. D-Day: Shut the hell up, D-Day II. You were three in kindergarten and you most certainly took naps. And don't tell me what you did when you were three. I was there, remember?

The hard part, as I see it, is this. Pulling both of them through the veil and to reality in regards to a LOT of stuff (structure, schedule, diet, noise, consideration for others, etc.). The good thing is that there aren't any drugs that we're dealing with. D-Day II knows all to well how that ends up. He was given an hour to GTFO after we found roaches on the back porch last summer. I've never seen any evidence that the Concubine is mixed up in anything and nothing has triggered my Spidey sense since last summer with D-Day II. Especially since the granddaughter's (hereafter known as the GD) paternity was established. The Concubine, even though she's not very smart, is polite and respectful. So there's that. It's just stupidity that we're dealing with

So far we've been pretty successful in keeping the GD with us with, "Sure we'll watch her while you go (insert errand, or whatever). No problem". The good thing is the GD is absolute joy to have around and the difference between her and the MT at the same age is astounding

The beginning of every great romance.

Yep......couldn't agree more

One week in and the Concubine has actually impressed me. She has allowed us to discipline the MT when he gets out of line and when one of us calls him over, she makes him go over to whomever wants him by himself (i.e. without her standing over him). The next step is getting her to do it before one of us has to, but baby steps for now. The MT has calmed down somewhat, too. When's he's alone with us, he's actually fun to watch and we're starting to develop a rapport with him. He's actually a decent kid and he knows that when I lower my voice, I mean business. So far it's just been about him being loud and he usually keeps it in check for awhile until he forgets and he gets another stern warning. When it's bang bang me talking to him about same thing, it's off to TO, and if he screams while there, it's off to his room (which is pretty sparse -- no toys) to scream at the wall up there. This has only happened once and he seems to get it. He's still very clingy around the Concubine and I'd like to see the noise level come down a little more, but so far, so good. Once again, baby steps. The Concubine is listening to Mrs. D-Day, as well. She's working on her regarding a schedule and structure for the MT and the GD. To the Concubine's credit she has had the MT upstairs at 800 every night since the first few days of last week. It takes him two hours to go to sleep, but after 800 we don't have to deal with him. We're also working with her on backing his bedtimes up so that they are in a normal range so she doesn't have to stay up there with him. I'll give her credit, she's trying

D-Day II, however, we are less than impressed in. He is clearly annoyed at the Concubine and the MT and has that look all the time. Part of it I can understand as the Concubine has no time management skills and has him running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Unfortunately for him, he seems to be annoyed with everyone in the house. Everything that cuts into his guitar time, comes second. To include the kids and everything else. He "borrowed" my amp cord (funny, no one asked me) and didn't put it back, so when I went downstairs and my amp didn't work, I'm like, "WTF!" and go upstairs to find out why. I don't know which cord it is, I just put the thing in the amp and forgot about it. All I know is it's a higher voltage cord and it looks like the rest of them. It seemed that it was to much for him to get up, because I got the sigh. I had a few in me and didn't want to start an argument right then and say something I would regret. I just figured I would have my say the next day and went back to the basement. I didn't need to. Paraphrasing Mrs. D-Day it went kind of like this:

Mrs. D-Day: I've already thrown you out of here once for acting just like this. Try me if you think I won't do it again and let the Concubine and kids stay...........

There was some colorful language thrown in there, too, and this was done in front of the Concubine, who was pretty shocked (i.e. jaw, meet floor). Maybe this was a teachable moment for her on how to deal with recalcitrant kids, be they 3 or 21. I get my say tonight.......and I've got a lot of work that I need done out in the yard. Looks like I just found my slave

Sounds like you're doing awesome. Keep it up.

Interesting events this weekend. Did a lot of work around the house on Saturday (put up the handrail on the stairs, this time with the ends on it. Hung curtains in our bedroom that Mrs. D-Day had been pestering me to put up) and had the MT with me while I was running round and working. Had him handing me tools that I needed, so he felt like he was helping. He was more of a watcher than a helper, but he did good. He was great for me the whole time I had him. We were going to go the kids water park that the Y around the corner has, but the MT was worn out (and so was D-Day) and crashed. So we said we would do it tomorrow and made a deal on that

Fast forward to Sunday. Apparently, the MT's sperm donor wanted to see him that day and (apparently, once again, didn't show), so the Concubine took the MT to Mother Concubine's (who, we're learning, is quite the concubine in her own right) house, and brought him back cranky as hell and tired. I already had a bad feeling about this, but I made a deal and have to follow through. So I'm getting him ready and making sure we have everything and he's just going through the motions. As we get ready to leave, he states that he doesn't want to go with me in my car, but he wants to go in his mother's car. No biggie....if he was a little older we could walk there. Unbeknownst to me, the Concubine has led him to believe that she's going when she's not. So we get to the Y, his mom drops him off and leaves. It doesn't take long for him to figure out that mom's not showing. Now comes the tantrum...........

He wants to go home and see his mom. I tell him his mom's not there and he bursts into tears. So I pack up our stuff and tell him we're going home. He says he wants to go in the water. I say OK, but you have to stop crying. He stops and I unpack the stuff and as I get his water wings back on, he says he wants to go home again and he bursts into tears again. That's it. Now we are going home. So I get everything packed back up, get him trundled into my car, and take him home. Soon as we get there, I ship him off to his room where he spends basically the next hour and a half screaming at the wall. The kid is inconsolable. When the Concubine shows back up, she can't believe he wouldn't go swimming and then starts prattling on about how much he loves to swim

It was every bit of restraint I had to not rip her a new one, as we've seen the MT in this condition before and Mrs. D-Day and I know he's tired, but she's oblivious. No, dipshit, it's not that he didn't want to go swimming, it's that he was so fucking tired he didn't know what he wanted....he needed a fucking nap earlier in the day. But, oh wait...according to the Concubine, he doesn't need naps

Mrs. D-Day has him right now and is running errands with him and having lunch (and he's being good). She'll get him down for a nap when she gets back, and we'll see how a non-grouchy MT does when I get home from work. My guess is much better as he's telling Mrs. D-Day that he's going swimming with me tonight (which we will.......90 degrees + today. Good evening for that)

D-Day wrote:Interesting events this weekend. Did a lot of work around the house on Saturday (put up the handrail on the stairs, this time with the ends on it. Hung curtains in our bedroom that Mrs. D-Day had been pestering me to put up) and had the MT with me while I was running round and working. Had him handing me tools that I needed, so he felt like he was helping. He was more of a watcher than a helper, but he did good. He was great for me the whole time I had him. We were going to go the kids water park that the Y around the corner has, but the MT was worn out (and so was D-Day) and crashed. So we said we would do it tomorrow and made a deal on that

Fast forward to Sunday. Apparently, the MT's sperm donor wanted to see him that day and (apparently, once again, didn't show), so the Concubine took the MT to Mother Concubine's (who, we're learning, is quite the concubine in her own right) house, and brought him back cranky as hell and tired. I already had a bad feeling about this, but I made a deal and have to follow through. So I'm getting him ready and making sure we have everything and he's just going through the motions. As we get ready to leave, he states that he doesn't want to go with me in my car, but he wants to go in his mother's car. No biggie....if he was a little older we could walk there. Unbeknownst to me, the Concubine has led him to believe that she's going when she's not. So we get to the Y, his mom drops him off and leaves. It doesn't take long for him to figure out that mom's not showing. Now comes the tantrum...........

He wants to go home and see his mom. I tell him his mom's not there and he bursts into tears. So I pack up our stuff and tell him we're going home. He says he wants to go in the water. I say OK, but you have to stop crying. He stops and I unpack the stuff and as I get his water wings back on, he says he wants to go home again and he bursts into tears again. That's it. Now we are going home. So I get everything packed back up, get him trundled into my car, and take him home. Soon as we get there, I ship him off to his room where he spends basically the next hour and a half screaming at the wall. The kid is inconsolable. When the Concubine shows back up, she can't believe he wouldn't go swimming and then starts prattling on about how much he loves to swim

It was every bit of restraint I had to not rip her a new one, as we've seen the MT in this condition before and Mrs. D-Day and I know he's tired, but she's oblivious. No, dipshit, it's not that he didn't want to go swimming, it's that he was so fucking tired he didn't know what he wanted....he needed a fucking nap earlier in the day. But, oh wait...according to the Concubine, he doesn't need naps

Mrs. D-Day has him right now and is running errands with him and having lunch (and he's being good). She'll get him down for a nap when she gets back, and we'll see how a non-grouchy MT does when I get home from work. My guess is much better as he's telling Mrs. D-Day that he's going swimming with me tonight (which we will.......90 degrees + today. Good evening for that)

You're going to fall in love with having this kid around, mark my words. He's going to be your sidekick.

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D-Day wrote:Interesting events this weekend. Did a lot of work around the house on Saturday (put up the handrail on the stairs, this time with the ends on it. Hung curtains in our bedroom that Mrs. D-Day had been pestering me to put up) and had the MT with me while I was running round and working. Had him handing me tools that I needed, so he felt like he was helping. He was more of a watcher than a helper, but he did good. He was great for me the whole time I had him. We were going to go the kids water park that the Y around the corner has, but the MT was worn out (and so was D-Day) and crashed. So we said we would do it tomorrow and made a deal on that

Fast forward to Sunday. Apparently, the MT's sperm donor wanted to see him that day and (apparently, once again, didn't show), so the Concubine took the MT to Mother Concubine's (who, we're learning, is quite the concubine in her own right) house, and brought him back cranky as hell and tired. I already had a bad feeling about this, but I made a deal and have to follow through. So I'm getting him ready and making sure we have everything and he's just going through the motions. As we get ready to leave, he states that he doesn't want to go with me in my car, but he wants to go in his mother's car. No biggie....if he was a little older we could walk there. Unbeknownst to me, the Concubine has led him to believe that she's going when she's not. So we get to the Y, his mom drops him off and leaves. It doesn't take long for him to figure out that mom's not showing. Now comes the tantrum...........

He wants to go home and see his mom. I tell him his mom's not there and he bursts into tears. So I pack up our stuff and tell him we're going home. He says he wants to go in the water. I say OK, but you have to stop crying. He stops and I unpack the stuff and as I get his water wings back on, he says he wants to go home again and he bursts into tears again. That's it. Now we are going home. So I get everything packed back up, get him trundled into my car, and take him home. Soon as we get there, I ship him off to his room where he spends basically the next hour and a half screaming at the wall. The kid is inconsolable. When the Concubine shows back up, she can't believe he wouldn't go swimming and then starts prattling on about how much he loves to swim

It was every bit of restraint I had to not rip her a new one, as we've seen the MT in this condition before and Mrs. D-Day and I know he's tired, but she's oblivious. No, dipshit, it's not that he didn't want to go swimming, it's that he was so fucking tired he didn't know what he wanted....he needed a fucking nap earlier in the day. But, oh wait...according to the Concubine, he doesn't need naps

Mrs. D-Day has him right now and is running errands with him and having lunch (and he's being good). She'll get him down for a nap when she gets back, and we'll see how a non-grouchy MT does when I get home from work. My guess is much better as he's telling Mrs. D-Day that he's going swimming with me tonight (which we will.......90 degrees + today. Good evening for that)

You're going to fall in love with having this kid around, mark my words. He's going to be your sidekick.

Oh yeah, he already is. There's a huge difference just in the little bit of time he's been with us. A lot of it, I'm sure, is that he's figuring out that we're not just a couple of ogres bitching at him. He's not nearly as obnoxious as he was. He knows about when I get home in the evening and he's always there to greet me with a smile. I love that. We're hoping (against all hope) that, at some point, the light bulb will go off in the Concubine's head and she'll see how it's done.

I have a feeling that we'll be playing a pretty sizable part in the MT's life just due to us being the GD's grandparents. At some point, I think, the house of cards that is D-Day II's little family is going to implode. My kids came as a package deal with Mrs. D-Day and I never had any of my own, so this kind of fun for me, too. Frustrating sometimes, but fun. If that means that he's my sidekick, I suppose he could do worse.........

Here's to good luck with that little SOB, D-day. Hope that you turn him around and fun while doing it.