I'm back at Mom's for the week. Bear is thrilled. And by thrilled I mean he leaped at me for 5 solid minutes when I walked in the door, then played tuggy-bone with/at me for 20 minutes, then leaned against me looking sad, and is now on his dog bed, sighing and looking sad at me. So he's Bear.
Mom says I can use *any* of her kitchen tools. I might actually have to cook something! Yayz!
Yesterday I pretty much stayed in my little guest room. Other than when Dad and his GF went out (I assume for brunch?) I was stuck in the room. Well, ok, to be fair Dad did move her up to her room so I could get something to eat around 6, but by then I was thinking about going out, so the whole "juggle *her*" thing just wasn't working for me. I'm beginning to wonder how much of her psycho-bitch-ness is actually her and how much is Dad....
It's like he's rotating animals in a zoo.... I'm not fond of that analogy, but it rather fits.
Anyway, I was bad, went out, and got a huge, awesome falafel pita thing. I scarfed it down like no one's business. It was soooo yummy. Part of that might have been because I hadn't eaten all day, but I'm pretty sure most of it was just because it was awesome. Expensive and awesome.
So, I'm taking votes. Should I continue to play the "hide in the room like a good little criminal" game next weekend, should I just be out in the common areas pretending it's no big deal (and to me it really isn't), do I confront her about her behavior (tho I'd have to actually *see* her to do that), or do I cause nuclear-style melt-down of Dad's relationship? The last one would be the most fun (for me) but I'd need a new place to stay and probably get disinherited.
Alternately, I could just keep sharing all the bits and pieces of the whole lovely drama-filled play with everyone. I still have no idea why I'm so scary. If I *really* cared enough to break them up I'd have done it already.