A day in the life

Have I mentioned that the girls always come back from The Slug's place bitching and moaning about how they hate it there? It's not so much their father they hate, it's TFC he lives with that they can't stand (and her fucking brats, but that's another post entirely)

So, the other night, they (Tate, Newt and The Slug) got home after TFC. They walked in the kitchen door and into a daycare nightmare.

Oh, not little kids running around. Apparently TFC thought they were the little kids. She had put signs (8.5X11 signs) on all the chairs

"This is a chair. Not a coat rack, not a book shelf, not a bookbag holder. This is a chair where you sit to eat your meals."

On the kitchen table:
This is a table. Not a bookbag rack, not a coat rack, not a bookshelf, not a toy box. This is where we eat our meals.

On the kitchen floor.
This is the kitchen, your shoes, your coats, your bookbags, your stuff do not belong on the floor in here.

If I know my kids (and I think I do) and if I know Slug (and I think I do) that didn't go over well. I would say, like a ton of bricks.

Wonder when she's gonna whip out the Time Out Chair?