I am really trying very, very hard to be patient. "Oh, Lord, grant me patience." URGH!  GAG!

Dad's in town. Now, I love visiting with him. He's my dad!  We never had a relationship growing up. We started to forge one in my early 20's but that was hijacked by the former stepmom, the one my mom not-so-affectionately referred to as "Dr. Bunny." Long story. Anyway...he finally left her, and we've been rebuilding since.

Earlier this year, he took a job as a traveling salesman. He asked if my house could be his base. He's here maybe a week or so every few months. This time, we have him staying in my camper.

See, he calls last Saturday, "I'm sick and I need a place to rest. I'm on my way down." So I cancel my Saturday plans to prepare for his visit. He never showed up. He called and said, "It will be tomorrow." Fine. I decided he's staying in the camper, because it really disrupts the house when he stays here. The kids are noisy, and wake him, and he's grumpy. Plus, he stinks. He rarely showers, and he smokes, and he's just disgusting. I don't want that in my kids' bedrooms.

So since he's been here, he's been getting his feelings hurt, because we have a life and can't stop everything for him. He takes that personally, although we always invite him, "Come to Matt's game. Go to the whatever with us." But he always moans, "I don't want to be a burden."

Then, he, who has NO RIGHT to tell me how to do anything, because he never was involved in my life growing up, and he NEVER paid a dime of child support...HE tries to tell me how to run my house. And he corrects me if I do something wrong. And I cry.

He breaks stuff. He allows his stinky dog to basically take over my house. I'm trying so hard to be understanding! It's hard!  I know he's trying. He absolutely has never learned how to relate to people. He's clueless.

Darren's out of town. I just want to talk on the phone even, with somebody who will listen and help me let it go. Oh well.

So I'm alone, battling this, no support, and just blubbering.  I better run off. I need to buy an iron . See, he broke mine. UGH! GRIN AND SMILE  At least I have cute hair. Well, I thought I did. Maybe I don't. Crap. HA