No Sleep for the Weary

Last night - we went to bed at 11. I knew I would be awakened early. Husband is a coach and needed to leave for an early bus.

Phone rang at 3:15, then stopped.

Great. Brittany.

So I text (hoping it was just a drunk dial, or mistake or whatever).

I text again.

Then I give phone to Husband for him to call. Brittany does not like to talk to me because I tell her like it is (more on that later). So Husband talks to Brittany's lay-of-the-week, who we will call Gak and he said all is fine.

Riiight.

Later the phone rings again. She wants Dad. So Dad goes. It was 3:43 am.

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Then I get a call, Brittany is drunk (duh) and apparently took pills AND is convulsing.
Long story short no pills (she was taking pain meds for urinary pain thing but that is gone and pills should be too.)

She was pulling the big Drama Queen act again because she and Gak got in a fight. She nearly punched a nurse while in the ER and the police were called.

I was embarrased of my own daughter. She has NO regard for others AT ALL. She even told her Dad to tell her friends who were there worried about her to go to Hell and leave.

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So here I sit at 10:40 a.m. sleepy, crabby and whiny and wondering how in the world she turned out that way. My brother is DYING from abusing alcohol, my mother died from the effects of smoking and now I have Daughter #1 as a drinking, smoking, foul-mouthed, sleep with anything ho. I was appalled at her appearance. She looked like she hadn't bathed in a month.

If you are reading this and thinking, wow what a mom - remember you don't know the whole story.

I just started the blog!
Peace

Are we Rrreaaady to Start Grrrrrooouuusssinnnggg??!!

(sigh)

I have a personal blog, but that one has too many readers for me to REALLY grouse, complain, and whine.

Let the grousing commence!