If you would have told me what the last 4 days would hold, I'd have gone into a hole before it happened. However, I'm not privy to foreseeing the future, so I just lived it as it came.
Saturday - started out great. Went to breakfast, finished up some last minute shopping, just Jack and me, prepared some food together with Abby. Maggie was with her grandma, working on preparing for Christmas at their house on Sunday. LT was busy hiding in his room so he wouldn't get yelled at. I had worked hard, so decided to pick up BFF, Louise, and go for mani/pedis. It is our little treat to ourselves when we feel stressed. As I'm almost done with that, I get a series of urgent texts from Maggie. She's been getting them from Abby - saying Jack is freaking out about LT having a new tv in his room.
(about this time you should know that LT got his TV in early October, purchased with his own money, and I picked it up for him. At that time and most of the time since then, Jack was "out of parenting" with LT, so I didn't see any reason to involve him in the decision.) I return Louise to her house (at this point, LT is working), and pray my way back home. I go in, and as usual, you can cut the tension with a knife. I ask how Jack and Abby are, what they have been doing, and Jack asks me to come upstairs with him. That's either really good or really bad, never in the middle. We get to LT's room and he's got some things out of LT's closet and piled around, including the box for the TV, a game console thingy that went to the computer and he had ordered LT to dipsose of it or store it out of the computer room, and some video games that went to LT's ps something. In case you can't tell, video games are not my thing. Jack demands to know what is going on and why LT has this tv, where did the game console thing come from and when did he buy the games. While yelling at me.
Um yeah, I don't respond well when yelled at. Despite all the drama I've been through in the past 5 years, it has been worse in my first marriage and that isn't something I respond well to. And normally it's not a problem - even with the alcoholic that is Jack.
I said the console thingy was from downstairs, you told him to bring it up. The games - he's had these. I haven't taken him anywhere to get them. The tv - well, here's where I screwed up royally, and i'm not even going to try to make it okay. I lied and said he'd traded his 19" tv with his grandma for this 32" one. Jack freaked out and told me to have him take it back to grandma, and that he wasn't going to grandma's house on Sunday because he was cleaning LTs room and there'd be nothing left.
At this point, I am feeling like this is a TV mini-series. Maybe i'm giving too many details. However, seeing this in print does kind of make it real and obvious to me that i jumped right back into the crazy with both feet, and yikes, that stinks.
So LT (at 11 pm when gets home from work) decides that he's taking everything that is his to grandma's house on Sunday and begins to pack it up right then and there. Of course, this is after Jack has decided (while I was gone to pick up LT) to move into the spare room which shares the wall with LT (at the headboard end, of course). I am trying to stay sane and wrap gifts downstairs, when Jack comes stomping down the stairs to the living room and says he's sleeping there because it's too loud upstairs. Can you say passive agressive?
I promise God is working through all this, but I must post before I become a novel writer...to be continued.