The trip can be explained in highlights.
-Almost there, we manage to get lost. So we drive almost to NC to get to Myrtle Beach, SC. Once we "get there" we can't find either the hotel or Broadway at the Beach. Mapquest has failed us.
-Miss Thang won't ask for directions, so she uses her supremely under-developed navigational skills and gets us [more] lost. (If we had gone my way, we would have been found.)
-She drives my Honda Civic into an all-sand parking lot and gets it stuck. She accuses me of cussing her out b/c I said one bad word [every time she tells the story, I sound worse, and now I wish I had laid into her]. Finally a nice couple helps us get the car out. Her highness is too great to push. My arms hurt.
-We find Broadway at the Beach, eat lunch at 3 in the afternoon, do a little shopping, and have to leave right before I go to get my hubby a souveneir because her child got fussy. She says we'll go back and we never do.
-We find the hotel, they gave our room away, so they upgraded us. YEAH!!!
-beach/eat/play/tv/talk took up a lot of time
-We went to an outlet mall and did some shopping, but she wimped out on me. It then hit me that physically, I'm better than her. I can push a car and walk for a few hours and be fine. Skinny isn't always fit. It's just skinny.
-Leave the beach, get home, blah blah blah...
-I finally had to confront her yesterday, her last day, about the negative and insulting things she says to me under the guise of her being a psych major. And let her know that her psych school bs doesn't cut it with me. The event that kicked that off was when my kids were arguing, and I talked to them individually about who should do what. Ex. "Troy, don't pick up something you won't eat." "Melissa, share with Troy and you can have some of his fries." [They were arguing over a Chick-Fil-A fruit cup.] So she looks at me and says, "Don't you think Melissa is going to have a complex since you treat her and Troy so differently?" Even writing that makes me angry. My daughter is six, my son is 3, and yes I treat them differently, but only according to their age. Princess has one kid.
-I guess things are ok. I tried to smooth things over, but minimally. I don't really care at this point. All I want from this trip is the pics of the beach. She owes me that at least, since she told me she'd help pay for gas and all I got out of her was $20. When I spent about $90 on gas and she talked about being a trust fund baby all weekend. ::gags::
That's my story. It wasn't that great, but it could have been worse.