Sistah Pat

I have a houseful.  DH and I live here.  Oldest DS lives here.  Twin grandson’s live here.  Last night, I also had youngest DS because, quite frankly, he felt vulnerable going home.  He’s really upset about DIL’s fiasco with the car so he wanted to make sure he was “alibied” so to speak.  He went and picked up the dog and came back over.  I also had DGD, Holly, last night and her cousin because oldest DIL’s father is barely hanging on.  He’s in Hospice and they don’t expect him to last much longer.  Good thing I have a four bedroom.  Now, I also have youngest DS’s kids because they were just dropped off for the day. 

DIL has a boyfriend.  I knew it wouldn’t take long.  I met her Sunday to pick up a bunch of her stuff at DS’s and she was accompanied by a man with a red pickup truck.  She introduced him as “Mark, a friend from work”.  He was nice enough.  Loaded up all her stuff and didn’t have much to say.  This morning, at 8:30 a.m. she dropped the kids off and was driving the same red pickup truck.  She didn’t come in this morning.  The door opened and the kids came in.  This is the first time she’s just dropped them off and hasn’t walked them to the door.  I wouldn’t have known she was driving a red pickup if I hadn’t looked out the window.  I asked the kids why she didn’t come in and they said she told them she didn’t want to.

Went out with Sistah Pam last night to a rather well-established local bar and tavern called the “Come Back Inn”.  They have fabulous food and the place is usually packed but at 6:30 on a Wednesday evening, we had our pick of tables.  Sistah Pam had the baked ravioli and I had a Chicago Beef sandwich that was huge.  I ate half of it last night and asked for a container to bring the rest home.  Guess I know what’s for lunch.  I’m glad Pam was with DS and I yesterday.  She’s only met him recently and can vouch for his activities yesterday during the time DIL’s mother’s car was supposedly kicked.  I gave a lot of thought to that episode and still can’t believe she would actually fabricate her accusation.  I’ve decided she must have either dented the car herself in the parking garage and doesn’t want to admit to her mother that she did it or someone actually dented it while she was in the courtroom and she really doesn’t know who did it.  I can’t believe she would do it herself.

Sh*t!  Scout just asked if he could have a popsicle and I asked if he’d had breakfast yet.  He says he hasn’t.  I asked him why he hasn’t had breakfast and Jake said it was because they had to get up real early, throw on their clothes and take “Mark” to work.  I guess she’s either moved in with Mark and this is really his apartment or he’s sleeping over.  I hate this crap.  If I call the social worker, I just know she’s not going to care and I’m going to look like I’m just being vindictive.  Damn it!  Is it any of my business?  I don’t know.  When I had temporary custody, the caseworker was absolutely adamant that she could not keep the boys overnight at her boyfriends house.  She moved in with a series of guys and put the kids through all kinds of turmoil.  I guess DS should call his attorney and let him know about what’s going on.  The episode with DIL pulling me in to talk with the prosecutor about getting her belongings, the dented door, and now the obvious assumption that she’s either living with Mark or he spent the night.  We’ll let the attorney decide.

Firefly…I’d LOVE to come see you.  Thanks for the offer but I have to go to a two day retreat next week for work and then school starts the next week.  Ahhhh….the bay area….dream on, dream on….