Sticks and stones make broken bones.

Yes, I know I have a blog titled this elsewhere. It was about something else though completely. My kids call each other names, CONSTANTLY. If I had been called the things they call each other as a kid I would have crawled under a rock and wanted to die. Yet they have no problems throwing back a mean name and shrugging it off.

But words hurt.

It hurts when I do what I do for my family and then I am told that I am a "liar" and that I am "Dumb" because I chose not to go buy soda when I had planned on doing so. That, does not make me a liar, that means someone didn't behave and does not deserve the reward. Sure that sucks for those of us who did behave, but well, life sucks.

So after working all day, coming home, planting plants I hope will grow into usable food for my family, cooking dinner and cleaning up the house some. I am a dumb liar. I wonder if the parents who really are shitty, the ones who DO lie, and who ARE dumb get called the same. I know I have seen some liars of parents before and they are normally praised and thought well of. I guess making up a story about what your going to do, then never following through, is cooler than saying I don't think we can afford to do that, but it would be awesome if we could. Maybe I am a dumb liar, I don't know. I do know that I need a break, not a 30 min trip to Lowe's to get garden stuff, I need like a total break.

I want my kids to appreciate me, but I don't think they ever will, because I am here, always doing what I do and they don't realize it. Maybe if I left for a while and they had to deal with things on their own I would be appreciated. Probably not but I think I should take a week off just to see. Heh.

Im lying. I could never go a week without my kids. Who would watch over them? What a dumb thing to even think about.

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