bag of steamers

you know there is a reason I don't have dogs. A good reason! We are at Mom's and Alex wants to walk her 3 dogs (a wiener dog, poodle type dog and a black lab). So I agree to go around the block with her. So here I am walking with one dog who is strangling itself trying to go and the other dog I am practically dragging around the block. If that isn't bad enough I have to stop and pick up steamers. Now Alex thinks this is hilarious. Me trying to juggle the 2 dogs and pick up crap at the same time.

See I have 2 cats. Yes I have to clean up their crap, but I don't have to walk around the block with it. I don't have to pick it up off someones lawn while they watch me.

Alex got some entrainment out of it, the dogs got some exercise and I got 3 bags of steamers. They fun never ends!

Mom has bought her 3rd house. They plan on fixing this one up and renting it out. So mom asked D if he wasn't working this summer if he could come up and help reno it. Now if this was MIL I'd be all for it. He would be getting paid and learning about something he wants to do (he wants to build houses).

However mom's boyfriend drinks a lot. And he drives drunk. And he grows and smokes pot. And again drives. So when we got in the car, I told D he wouldn't be able to do it. I told him I wasn't answering a bunch of questions on why. I am only saying it isn't an appropriate place for him and I know CAS would not approve of it.

D is mad at me. He really wanted to do it. But I am not going to put him in that kind of situation. I wouldn't be surprised if moms boyfriend offered him a drink or some pot. He has never done this (to be clear) but it wouldn't surprise me.

It kills me because this isn't the same mom I grew up with. Mom was 100% against drinking and driving (now she defends him) and 100% against drugs (now she laughs about it). Mom is so afraid to be alone. She changes to be like the person she is with. I don't know Mom. I don't know if I ever have. I mean the mom I knew growing up, was she just like that because that's how my step father was? Or was that the real mom? I just don't know.

I hate to bring Alex there. I hardly ever go and when we do I find something to do outside to the home. Like Sunday we picked up mom and went to the flea market. Mom doesn't get why Alex sleeps over at MIL's and not her house. I never thought in my life I would have to tell my mom that her grand kid can't sleep over because or the drinking and drugs that goes on at her house. Never in a million years did I think I would have this problem.