In the last 24 hours...
I have been told, "I hate you."
I have found the birthday presents I gave the child who hates me stacked up on my bed with a note that says, "I don't want these."
I have been told her birthday celebration on Saturday completely sucked because although I made the cake she requested and the meal she wanted (labor intensive roti and curried potatoes & chick peas plus pasta salad and hamburgers for the 4 grandparents I knew would never eat curry. Oh, yeah, did I mention it was 95 degrees while I spent all afternoon over the stove?) I failed to include spaghetti as requested. It also sucked because everyone paid more attention to the friend she had over than to her. We had the friend over for 2 nights in a row at my daughter's request.
I took her and her sister shopping for the bathing suits they needed. The one behaving hatefully decided to have fits when I nixed suits I considered immodest. She slammed doors in my face and her sister's face.
I have taken her bedroom door off the hinges and she has no phone, TV, or computer privileges until she shapes up. However, Mr. Lime informed me I am being too harsh with her.
Mr. Lime then informed me that the transmission in my car will be $1300 to replace with a rebuilt one and no warranty or $3000 to replace with a new one and a warranty but he's just going to bring it home and plunk it in the driveway because we don't have the money. Then he reminded me he's driving to Louisiana for 6 weeks, oh, and Diana might stay with him for the 6 weeks instead of just the week and a half planned. He's so noble to sacrifice so much of his summer to do hurricane recovery work.
The child behaving hatefully called me 10 minutes ago to ask me to bring her forgotten English textbook to school. Mr. Lime rode his bicycle to work even though he has a motorcycle. His truck is in the driveway. It barely has any gas.
No, I don't think I will.