They are always there aren't they. We go for weeks where people get along, dinner is eaten, house is clean, life is good... Then there are times when everyone is ripping out everyone else's hair out, complaining and trashing the place.
This week, is a down week thus far.
Lets see. With 5 weeks of school left, thing 1's binder has broken. This is the binder she told me she "needed" for school, turned out she "wanted it" so that she could put pictures inside which she could not do with the old one (that was still in ok condition). She threw it away. So now the new one is breaking she asked me to get a new one for her. Well looking around the house I found THREE binders. One white, JUST like her current one, only the front plastic is ripped off. Big deal. One JUST Like her current one w/o any plastic on front and dark blue, then one that is smaller and pink. NONE Of those apparently will do. They are old and "nasty" so with five weeks left of school I should shell out five bucks to get a brand new one. Um, no. You can do chores, earn the money to BUY One yourself and then I will take you. Suddenly the "old nasty" one is working okay with minimal moans and groans.
Thing 3 has gas. Not just gas. but something crawled up there 2 years ago, died, and is now slowly leaching out bad gas. This is annoying. He feels the need to wildly move around the house as to let this gas float and linger as much as possible. Lovely. Of course everyone stays on his case about this, which then causes drama with him.
Thing 2 is a brat today. All over hair cutting. Scissors in the bathroom, after she did her hair. I asked did you cut your hair.... SNIPPY NO. So I knew she had. Why was I going to BLAME her... All I had done was ask. So then I find blond hair in the sink. Only one blond in the house... That was from a LONG TIME AGO. Funny because no toothpaste spittle or anything was on this hair, this was fresh new hair. Why lie? I don't care if she cuts her hair, she knows the consequences because she has done it, and suffered them already... Apparently she thinks she may do better with another try, who knows maybe she will?!
So then this caused her to be defensive and pissy with everyone else in life. Mainly thing 3. He was stupid and ugly and gross and had no place on this earth or something like that.... Her night ended with a whoop to the booty. Yes, I spanked her bottom. She was just being mean and hateful and nasty.
Thing 1 tired herself out from her begging and pleading and arguing for a new binder I suppose, and the morning w/o breakfast because she could not spread STICK butter on her banana bread, and tried to punish me I suppose by not eating. I should buy the spreadable butter.... which I did, but it was out and since we had STICK kind I did not figure I needed to rush straight to the store for spreadable... Of course just like I should have bought a new binder even though we have three that will work in the broken ones place.
Thing 4. Well I am just going to guess her day, will be tomorrow because she was pretty good today...
So the day is over though. Bedtime has come. I thought at one point I might not make it, but somehow I pulled through... I better rest up, tomorrow comes quickly!
This week, is a down week thus far.
Lets see. With 5 weeks of school left, thing 1's binder has broken. This is the binder she told me she "needed" for school, turned out she "wanted it" so that she could put pictures inside which she could not do with the old one (that was still in ok condition). She threw it away. So now the new one is breaking she asked me to get a new one for her. Well looking around the house I found THREE binders. One white, JUST like her current one, only the front plastic is ripped off. Big deal. One JUST Like her current one w/o any plastic on front and dark blue, then one that is smaller and pink. NONE Of those apparently will do. They are old and "nasty" so with five weeks left of school I should shell out five bucks to get a brand new one. Um, no. You can do chores, earn the money to BUY One yourself and then I will take you. Suddenly the "old nasty" one is working okay with minimal moans and groans.
Thing 3 has gas. Not just gas. but something crawled up there 2 years ago, died, and is now slowly leaching out bad gas. This is annoying. He feels the need to wildly move around the house as to let this gas float and linger as much as possible. Lovely. Of course everyone stays on his case about this, which then causes drama with him.
Thing 2 is a brat today. All over hair cutting. Scissors in the bathroom, after she did her hair. I asked did you cut your hair.... SNIPPY NO. So I knew she had. Why was I going to BLAME her... All I had done was ask. So then I find blond hair in the sink. Only one blond in the house... That was from a LONG TIME AGO. Funny because no toothpaste spittle or anything was on this hair, this was fresh new hair. Why lie? I don't care if she cuts her hair, she knows the consequences because she has done it, and suffered them already... Apparently she thinks she may do better with another try, who knows maybe she will?!
So then this caused her to be defensive and pissy with everyone else in life. Mainly thing 3. He was stupid and ugly and gross and had no place on this earth or something like that.... Her night ended with a whoop to the booty. Yes, I spanked her bottom. She was just being mean and hateful and nasty.
Thing 1 tired herself out from her begging and pleading and arguing for a new binder I suppose, and the morning w/o breakfast because she could not spread STICK butter on her banana bread, and tried to punish me I suppose by not eating. I should buy the spreadable butter.... which I did, but it was out and since we had STICK kind I did not figure I needed to rush straight to the store for spreadable... Of course just like I should have bought a new binder even though we have three that will work in the broken ones place.
Thing 4. Well I am just going to guess her day, will be tomorrow because she was pretty good today...
So the day is over though. Bedtime has come. I thought at one point I might not make it, but somehow I pulled through... I better rest up, tomorrow comes quickly!
Sounds like my house sometimes. I bet tomorrow will be a better day!
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