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There has been a lot of drama around the Scott household. Thankfully, the last several days have been relatively quiet. And thankfully, most of the drama, was just drama, with no animals or humans harmed, at least not to physically.

It all started almost two weeks ago when 11 tires got slashed at my dd's home. 3 of them belonged to her non-working car. 4 of the belonged to my db's car, which she is borrowing. Since the kid is only eighteen, that left mom and dad scrambling to purchase tires. And, since, we were unsure whether or not they'd end up sliced again, we bought used tires, which were still expensive.

During the drama of the tires being slashed the live-in bf disappeared. As you can imagine, dd didn't know if he was dead or alive and worried herself into a near hysterical fit. (If I have OCD, which I do, she has it 10 times worse.) The boy eventually came home and with a story nobody would believe, but when you're blinded by love, I guess you'll believe anything.

Two days after the tires and the missing bf. Dd had sinus surgery. No biggie. Not really. But in the midst of all this, dd decides she wants the bf to take care of her instead of coming home to me. She was quite belligerent. I guess morphine and fentanyl, right along with loratab will do that to some people. I'm there watching all this. I know she needs to be calm, especially since the crying will only produce fluids where fluids are already leaking, and it'll tense up what was just operated on causing her more pain. At the same time, bf is acting desperate. It is clear, he does NOT want her to go home. Of course, my warning bells start going off like a five alarm fire. But there is nothing to be done. Dd wants to go to her home, since she is the only one paying the bills there, she has every right. The least he can do, the moocher that he is, is take care of her.

After we got her home. Bf stomped around the house like a three year old, he fussed, and all that other good tantrum stuff. I have a lot of patience. I thought he'd calm down. He didn't, at least not until I lost my temper. And that isn't something very many people see or want to see. I was absolutely livid- to understand this a bit more, here my dd was in her recliner- she wasn't even really conscience, this was less than 2 hours after surgery, and she was thoroughly drugged, and dingbat was yelling at her! This is not something a mother handles well. Not well at all. I don't remember ever being that mad at anyone.

During, dd's recovery, while she was still supposed to be watched, bf left, tried to blame it on dh and I. The truth of the matter, thankfully she found out, he hadn't been truthful, faithful, or any of that other crud. Turns out he got another girl into a precarious position. Thank goodness it wasn't dd in that situation.

Sometimes it's difficult to stand by and let things happen, especially when you have first hand experience of the games being played. For a while, I was scared that dd would believe bf's lies and bs. This boy we tried to embrace. We try to encourage and love him, not because he was dd's bf, but because that is who we are, and we try to see good potential in everyone. I don't say this to boost us up on a pedestal. Not at all. But for you all to understand that while we were loving this young man and trying to encourage him to do something with his life other than sit around play video games and drink, (He is five years older than dd, and he was letting her support him.) he was telling dd that I was giving him an ear full and bitching him out, and that dh made him believe he wasn't good enough for dd.

Through all this we understood that we had to let her live her own life, as hard as that was. And through all this, even through the nastiness, we continued to let her know that we loved her. These are always hard lessons to learn. Unfortunately a lot of young girls learn them.

So you all know, this was only a little bit of the drama. I had a relapse with my Celiacs, thankfully I discovered the culprit and I'm on the mend. I also had a wayward thirteen year old son. I threatened to call down the entire county sheriff department. He finally showed up. He's now grounded, which is no fun at all, but oh well. Next time he'll check in sooner than 8 hours. The kids' great grandma ended up in the hospital, they thought she had a stroke, thankfully it was just a UTI. Who knew a UTI could cause memory loss?

We are smiling and we are all happy, well, except for the grounded boy. Are spirits have not been defeated. And I can tell you, it's all about God and His grace and mercy he bestows upon us.

Have a great week! I need to get back to writing essays and algebra. ;)