Today has been one of those days. Busy, picking up the kids that spent the night at their cousins house after Vacation Bible School, waiting around to pick up the one kid that went to Sports camp, run home, make/eat lunch, put the youngest to bed because she obviously didn't get enough sleep, then back to the final night of VBS, then to the library to drop off books.

While waiting for Sports camp to be over my STBFS called and accused me of going out last night since I had no kids. SIGH. It was nice having the house to myself but I was home by 10:30. I didn't tell him that - I also didn't tell him it was none of his business.

We finally got home to stay at almost 10 pm. But my youngest wanted to call her dad to let him know that she had lost a tooth. I dial the number hoping he won't want to speak to me. They talk - and she is answering questions right and left about where she was last night.

Then my oldest got on the phone and he started answering rapidfire questions. Wanting to know where I was last night.

My STBFS and his family are up to something. Some new evil legal thing is being plotted against me all because I don't want to be married to an abusive alcoholic.