I went with my father to his work this morning cause I needed to get some stuff printed off & Mom lets me use her printer at his office for my printing work. When we got home around 1pm I came into the living room to see Shiloh trying to tear apart something cream colored. I didn’t think to much of it when I saw what my mother was doing. My mother was crocheting with my cotton that I had bought to make my pouch. When I asked what she was making she informed me that she didn’t like my Granny Square, so she took it apart & she was crocheting it again. WHAT!!!!!!!!!! That was two weeks worth of work that she undid in four hours. I sat down on the footstool in shock & anger. That is when I started paying attention to what Shiloh was tearing apart. It was Jessica’s present. I was furious. I asked Mom how he got got the piece. She said that he had been up in my chair that morning. I asked why she didn’t make him get down. She said that she didn’t feel that it was her place. HER PLACE! He is her dog. Shiloh ripped the present apart & I have to start all over. My father is trying very hard to keep the peace between Mom & I. I have no bloody idea what the hell she was thinking. She ruined my crochet & let Shiloh ruin Jessica’s present. I am just so pissed that I have needed all day to calm down.

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