I haven't mentioned this yet, because I didn't want to jinx it, but I am absolutely busting!
It looks like two of the three kidlets may be moving out. Not the same two as before.
Son #1 - the most miserable, bi-polar, car-wrecking SOB in the Universe says he's leaving as soon as school is over. This means Hubby and I will have the entire upstairs to ourselves!
He says I make him crazy with my controlling ways and he has to get as far away from me as possible.
Ummmm ... DITTO!
I will still encourage him to get that counselling that he mentioned.
He asked if I could front him $400 for each of the first two months. Truth is - I would give him $400 a month for the rest of his life if it meant he were happier, living in his own place, not berating me every day.
Honestly, there are only so many times a day I can hear, "I hate you ... Your mother died just to get away from you ... You are the worst person in the world ...."
Adopted Son is getting his own place, with my nephew and another guy.
There's an apartment that will give you the MUNCHIES every time you walk in the hallway.
This will give me my bottom basement back for storage. I need to get some order back in my life, I have been so stressed with all the carp everywhere!
Plus, he always has two or three friends over. None of them are bad kids ... it's just that they are ALWAYS over.
This will leave just Son #2. His anxiety level should plummet. I will yell less. He will yell back less.
Maybe, just maybe, this will work out this time.
Please Lord.
Otherwise I'm moving! Seriously.