Oh? Its me! Yep.
There comes a time in parenting when you get to your last straw. You cannot just clock out, go on break, take a sick day... Nope. You have to stick with it and do your best. Sometimes doing your best, does not happen and instead you just go a bit insane.
We were on our way to the Drive-In yesterday. A treat, something nice, and rewarding. Promise had a friend with her even. She is going through that phase (God please let it be a short phase) Where everything and I mean EVERYTHING, becomes and argument. Its blue, "No, its LIGHT blue". I work all day "You work PART OF THE DAY not ALL day". It does not matter, what you say, she will find the flip side of it and she cannot just hold it in, she has to bring up her side of it. EVERY. SINGLE.TIME.
Let me just say it gets old. REALLY old. So were in the van, on our way to the drive-in and she is FIGHTING with me about more dumb shit. Things that don't matter, but she has to put her 2 cents in and of course they cannot be in agreement with ANYONE else. I had hit it. My last straw.
Were in the gas station Tim is pumping and I go off, I tell her to STOP talking STOP arguing that she complains or argues about EVERY DAMN THING and its MAKING ME NUTS (those were my exact words)... when a woman about 3 pumps over, gives me "the look" and says "You know... we can ALL hear you". So WHAT lady!!!!
Ok, so not so what. So I just made a huge fool of myself in front of this lady. What if she comes to eat at my work one day? What if she is my MIL at some point in time. She will never forget the moment she met me, acting like a crazy lady, screaming at my child, about making me nuts.
I have said it before but I think I need to say it again. I need a vacation. A white padded room, something. Drugs maybe? So that's me, the crazy lady at the gas station. In case your wondering.
There comes a time in parenting when you get to your last straw. You cannot just clock out, go on break, take a sick day... Nope. You have to stick with it and do your best. Sometimes doing your best, does not happen and instead you just go a bit insane.
We were on our way to the Drive-In yesterday. A treat, something nice, and rewarding. Promise had a friend with her even. She is going through that phase (God please let it be a short phase) Where everything and I mean EVERYTHING, becomes and argument. Its blue, "No, its LIGHT blue". I work all day "You work PART OF THE DAY not ALL day". It does not matter, what you say, she will find the flip side of it and she cannot just hold it in, she has to bring up her side of it. EVERY. SINGLE.TIME.
Let me just say it gets old. REALLY old. So were in the van, on our way to the drive-in and she is FIGHTING with me about more dumb shit. Things that don't matter, but she has to put her 2 cents in and of course they cannot be in agreement with ANYONE else. I had hit it. My last straw.
Were in the gas station Tim is pumping and I go off, I tell her to STOP talking STOP arguing that she complains or argues about EVERY DAMN THING and its MAKING ME NUTS (those were my exact words)... when a woman about 3 pumps over, gives me "the look" and says "You know... we can ALL hear you". So WHAT lady!!!!
Ok, so not so what. So I just made a huge fool of myself in front of this lady. What if she comes to eat at my work one day? What if she is my MIL at some point in time. She will never forget the moment she met me, acting like a crazy lady, screaming at my child, about making me nuts.
I have said it before but I think I need to say it again. I need a vacation. A white padded room, something. Drugs maybe? So that's me, the crazy lady at the gas station. In case your wondering.
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