"I don't think. I actually AM better than you." [View All]

[Robb]

This is the kind of thing I say when I'm at my limit. Which is where I am. At. :eyes:

The 18-year-old has moved back in with us, pending resolution of issues with her boyfriend. She's conned baby-daddy's family into taking the sweet grandson several nights a week. And she goes out.

I've about had it. She didn't call for two days and left poopy diapers on the floor in her room. Along with the rest of the random debris.

Baby-daddy changed the locks after she allegedly got drunk and -- after he refused to fight back after she keyed his truck and pounded on him -- threatened the baby. I like the boy quite a bit, frankly he's been doing everything right.

So tonight, she floats in, eats out of the fridge, and suddenly is surrounded by her derelict friends. At which point she says "I'll be out with so-and-so, you've got the cell number."

I say, "Before you leave, why don't you get the two-day-old poopy diapers off the floor in your room."

Which is where this post about began. Her mom gets back tonight. Robb is done.

I will do anything for the baby -- and I have. Anything. But this is not included.