My kids are assholes. Oh, don't gasp at me. If your kid hasn't been an asshole yet, it won't be long now, and I'll still be here when you want to come and tell me how you get it now.
I know I am not the first and surely not the last mother to want to have their ears ripped off when they hear the first tines of bickering, but for the love-a, why must you start at 8:00 a.m. I shall remind you all that school is still IN session. Summer vacation hasn't even started yet.
It started while I was hiding in the shower (you all remember how I told you I hid in the shower right) and I heard the rumblings going on in the living room. I started to hum to myself to drown out the incessant annoying sounds. That didn't work naturally as it's like the little assholes just knew I was trying to drown them out and they got increasingly louder with each passing second. I told myself out loud I will not freak out, I will not freak out.
I am proud to say that I only semi-freaked out. I get out of the shower and I watch them in action. The older one who is 11 is suddenly so interested in Matchbox cars and trains and just MUST have them in her hands to play with. Yeah, suddenly interested my ass because you all know where this is going. It then proceeds to the whining of the boy who is 3 trying to grab them from her sister's hands yelling, "MINE" which is causing my left eye to twitch. I fear this is the moment it will twitch for a lifetime.
I do not get, and I won't ever understand why the oldest is antagonizing the youngest. Honestly, I cannot for the life of me wrap my morning brain around this stupidity. I've told her hundreds of times that the goal of the day is to not get yourself in trouble. I mean I'm teetering over here. On one hand, she's 11 years old and is old enough to know what she is doing and old enough to know to cut that shit out. On the other hand, I hate that the boy is talking to her like that, screaming and yelling at her because we shouldn't be treating anyone like that, especially the sister. On the other, other hand what I really want him to do is whack the shit out of her and maybe she'll cut it out. Oh, gasp away, it'll happen to you too. That whacking will inevitably happen and I'll have to do the mommy right-thing duty and scold him for that, but I mean come on.
So instead of losing my shit all over the place I simply told the girl that she would not be coming with us to drop the boy off at school. Instead, she will be taking the bus and how sad for her as this is the boy's last day at school so she'll have to miss it. I mean what else am I supposed to do other than make sure there are consequences. Of course, this leaves me pissed off at myself because what am I supposed to do about the boy and his yelling at her, and then I figure screw it. If she doesn't antagonize him, he won't be yelling at her. She's old enough to know better.
For now I'm just left singing that lovely song by Dennis Leary. You know the one I'm talking about. Sing along with me...
*cheers my friends*
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