LOOK OUT SYBILS SISTER IS IN THE HOUSE!
I stayed up half of the night last night trying to download and learn Photoshop c4....It downloaded after an hour and a half last night. This morning I uninstalled it. I would need 2 years of training to figure that stuff out. Anyway I am a bit on the grouchy side from my little all night party with photoshop. I am telling hubby who is still home from his encounter with the dentist, that I don't know what to do with my boys. Why are they so slovenly? I wish I had a girl (I know I know, I haven't had any sleep). I'm almost in tears because of the crap all over the house...their clothes thrown where ever they drop off of their stinky bods. They leave towels all over the bathroom and Buddha poo's on them..icky. And you have heard my tales of their bedrooms. You get the idea right? I'm fed up.
My little sister calls about the time I am ready to take off running from my dirty house.
I don't know if I ever mentioned her adoption of 4 kids within 2 years. She and her husband tried for 10 years or so to have babies of their own. She finally decided to become a foster parent and wound up adopting 4 of the 6 kids that she fostered. Pretty cool story right? She calls this morning to tell me that my BIL had to move out of the house...he did something inappropriate. Uhhhmmm what? I have called her back twice in the last hour to ask her again what she just told me.
Apparently it was something that is not one but two felonies, BUT it's not bad enough for her to divorce him.
She is going to work it out. They are getting a lawyer to help them get him back in her house.
I am so confused. She started to tell me what it was that he did and I told her I didn't want to know. I am going to have to make ANOTHER phone call and ask because I am confused as shit.
This is the sister with her shit together and she wants to save her marriage to him, and the two girls that he did something inappropriate with, want him to come home...they are not afraid of him. What?
OK you get that I am confused right? Here's what I started out to tell you. My kids' rooms are a minuscule drop in the bucket compared to the world around me. Dirty smirty...that's my excuse for not cleaning up after my two male pigs today.