dashcat
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Things are going pretty well with my difficult child right now, and I know I shouldn't complain about something so minor ... but it is frustrating and extremely annoying.
My difficult child is a slob and she smokes. I am very careful with my things and I do not smoke. She is at least three sizes larger than me.
And I cannot ... no matter what I say to her ... get her to LEAVE MY THINGS ALONE. She takes my leggings out of my drawer, claims she has no idea where they are, and I find them in her room streched out with holes in them. "Those are mine, she claims. The ones hyou bought me." No. These are a size small. They are mine. The ones I bought you are in tatters in the back seat of your car."
Last week, I was looking for a scarf my niece brought back for me from Italy. difficult child claimed no knowledge of it's whereabouts. Yesterday, I was getting ready to go to an event in my town - an ice festival and it is FREEZING, by the way. Where is my knit scarf? Where are the mittens that match? Where are my earmuffs? difficult child is a work, so I can't ask. I grab a far less warm pair of gloves and go off.
I am getting ready this morning to do an outdoor photo shoot. It is 19 degrees. I decide to check her car and, lo and behold, there is my knit scarf. There are my mittens. There are my earmuffs. And tney all REEK of cigarette smoke.
I return from the photo shoot and state: I needed my x, y, z yesterday. They were not where I left them. I needed them this morning and decided to check your car. They were there and they stink of smoke, so I could not use them and cannot until they are cleaned. Do you have my scarf from Italy? "No, no, I am sorry. I won't do it again". "Do you understand why this bothers me?" I don't take your stuff. I would give you the shirt off my back, but I am very angry when you take things without asking and then ruin them." "yes, I understand". "You do not have my scarf from Italk?" "No."
She goes up to take a shower. I go back to the car (pig sty. really awful) And there, of course, is my scarf. The gift from my niece.
What the heck? How many conversations can I have about this? There have already been a million, and she continues just to help herself.
I know we all have worse problems than this. Heck, I have worse problems with her, but it makes me CRAZY.
Dash
My difficult child is a slob and she smokes. I am very careful with my things and I do not smoke. She is at least three sizes larger than me.
And I cannot ... no matter what I say to her ... get her to LEAVE MY THINGS ALONE. She takes my leggings out of my drawer, claims she has no idea where they are, and I find them in her room streched out with holes in them. "Those are mine, she claims. The ones hyou bought me." No. These are a size small. They are mine. The ones I bought you are in tatters in the back seat of your car."
Last week, I was looking for a scarf my niece brought back for me from Italy. difficult child claimed no knowledge of it's whereabouts. Yesterday, I was getting ready to go to an event in my town - an ice festival and it is FREEZING, by the way. Where is my knit scarf? Where are the mittens that match? Where are my earmuffs? difficult child is a work, so I can't ask. I grab a far less warm pair of gloves and go off.
I am getting ready this morning to do an outdoor photo shoot. It is 19 degrees. I decide to check her car and, lo and behold, there is my knit scarf. There are my mittens. There are my earmuffs. And tney all REEK of cigarette smoke.
I return from the photo shoot and state: I needed my x, y, z yesterday. They were not where I left them. I needed them this morning and decided to check your car. They were there and they stink of smoke, so I could not use them and cannot until they are cleaned. Do you have my scarf from Italy? "No, no, I am sorry. I won't do it again". "Do you understand why this bothers me?" I don't take your stuff. I would give you the shirt off my back, but I am very angry when you take things without asking and then ruin them." "yes, I understand". "You do not have my scarf from Italk?" "No."
She goes up to take a shower. I go back to the car (pig sty. really awful) And there, of course, is my scarf. The gift from my niece.
What the heck? How many conversations can I have about this? There have already been a million, and she continues just to help herself.
I know we all have worse problems than this. Heck, I have worse problems with her, but it makes me CRAZY.
Dash
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