Losing It

I was happily looking forward to the holiday season. I was expecting to get most of my shopping done early and enjoying the actual reason for the season. All that went to hell in a handbag (anyone know where that saying came from?) on Saturday. The hubby and the oldest had a huge blowout which peaked with obsenities being hurled in the middle of our cul-de-sac while neighbors were out putting their Christmas lights up. Then it moved to the garage where the car keys were demanded and then ripped out of the daughter's hand, almost breaking her finger. While I agree with the hubby that the daughter does not talk to him with any respect, he also has no respect for her and yelling at her in front of Morgan and her 5 friends who were all sitting at the kitchen table does not help the situation. The biggest problem is, they are exactly alike. Neither is going to back down and apologize for anything that was said/done. They both think they were totally in the right with their actions. As a daughter who went through similar problems with my own dad, I can totally understand Ashley's point of view and am sort of happy that she will stand up for herself (something I had a hard time doing). As a parent, I want her to understand that she doesn't get to make the rules and yes, she does need to follow them. As the wife and mom, I am stuck in the middle....trying to stay neutral, but having a hard time doing it. They need to learn how to communicate their feelings about the situation and about each other, without the sarcastic tones, yelling and hurling obsenity lace insults at each other. It truly is killing me.

And if all this isn't enough, the hubby just called and said a former co-worker just called to see if he'd like a job with the company this guy now works for. The only plus at this point is that it is based here in CO, there'd be no moving involved. Of course, this all could mean nothing....but it's no wonder my head is pounding.