Brewed an afternoon pot if anyone is interested.
Frustrating day at work at mom's house. The walls over the counters are out of plane so I am working to bring them in with mud. It's taking too long to dry. I can't tile until it's planar.
I've got new issues with DHs sister. She called DH yesterday and he wandered out the door with the phone. I went out and found him looking befuddled in the passenger seat of his truck with the maintenance book in his lap. I asked if I could help and he gave the phone to me. His sister rather nastily said she wanted the VIN of his truck... and the make, model and year. She was so rude I was taken aback as I'd just seen her two days before. I've never been a fan of hers but this was a whole new level of disrespect.
I told her that I discussed DHs truck with his son because DH has it in his head that he wants to give his truck to the kids. Neither of them need it. We do as I still have to finish this house and I'm using it to bring materials to my mom's and dad's houses. I told his son that when all that was done the truck needed to be sold and the money put in DHs account to help pay for someone to stay with him when I can't as that time is rapidly approaching.
Sister told me that son was sitting right in front of her. Fine and dandy. I gave her the information as she continued to be nasty and rude. I have no idea what they are trying to cook up but they clearly have no intention of discussing anything with me. I was so upset over the entire encounter that I was up for 3 hours in the middle of the night before finally letting it go.
I did discuss my feelings about this with DH and basically said that I have enough stress in my life without having to deal with her and she will not be allowed back on this property. He can see her whenever he wants, just not here. I refuse to allow a person like that in my life. I don't need it. She means absolutely nothing to me, but does to DH. I will politely ignore her existence if I ever find myself in a situation where she is present for DHs sake. Otherwise, she'd be wise to not speak to me else she get both barrels.
Not in a million years did I ever feel as if I needed to protect DH from his own flesh and blood. But I now do...