The Queen Strikes again

You'd think I'd learn. It keeps happening over and over again and I just keep taking it and taking it.

Queen was out of town for a week and it was so deliciously quiet. Then she comes back, just in time for girls night out (why did I include her in this group of my friends?). To begin with, husband, on his day off, forgets to get the kids. Of course, I am blamed for this because I neglected to tell him what time to get the kids. God forbid that he can pick up a phone and call me. I guess he was too busy sleeping on his day off. That got us off to a late start. Then it all began. Queen tells me I need to do a better job communicating with my husband. That's after driving the divas all over God's green earth, getting food, fixing food, washing clothes, referring fights, paying bills, trying to work at my job, etc. etc. Oh, and husband does not have a cell phone, nor does he answer the phone at home. So the communication thing gets a bit challenging.

Then we are out with the girls and everytime I say something she makes a goofy face and imitates me. And on the way home, she criticizes Hilda's driving and the route that she choose to take. And she just keeps hammering and hammering on it.

I just can't stand it. I get home (of course divas are still up) and she calls and accuses me of being antogonistic. I accuse her of being mean and bossy. We hang up on each other. And don't talk for two weeks.

It's over, and she's back in the fold, but at arms length. And there she will stay. I've learned my lesson for the hundredth time.