The other day my daughter came home from school and started in on me about a Drama camp she wants to go to this summer. I told her I wasn’t sure if it was going to be affordable at this point and I would have to wait and see if we could manage it. She walked away grumbling a bit but otherwise seemed fine.
A few minutes later my 10 year old son came up and started grilling me about soccer. I told him he was already doing ball hockey so playing soccer probably wasn’t going to be an option. He started to whine about the injustice of it all and continued to whine to his younger brother because I was ignoring his ass.
Then it was my 6 year olds turn to ask me about his birthday and how come he can’t have a party (I am so done with parties!) I told him it was too expensive this year – he then started to cry and scream how mean I was and why did all his friends get to have one blah, blah, blah.
Next in line was my oldest asking when could we get her grad dress. Apparently all the girls in her class already have theirs and one even got hers from Australia. Australia? Really? WTF?? This is grade 8 graduation!
I then started to try and make dinner – a task I really, really, hate when all of a sudden back comes Arielle to ask about this camp again! When I told her to get over it she then started to ask about a different camp – a sleepover one! Which by the way I later found out that she has been telling her best friend that she is going to these camps (because I have a money tree in my backyard), and why doesn’t she sign up as well? Gee my money tree can pay for them both.
Two minutes later the twins start to cry, then scream, and they do it in stereo, Zachary and Ryley start to fight over who is the strongest, Arielle is still going on about the camps, Sebastian is still whining about soccer, thankfully I heard nothing more about the grad dress but Joshua then comes up and starts to ask me about money for something and that’s when I lost it.
I stopped what I was doing turned around and screamed at the top of my lungs.
“All of you just shut the f&*k up!”
Okay well I didn’t really say that but I wanted to and that’s my point.
Have you ever reached the end of your patience and just want to tell your kids to get the hell out of your face, shut the F*&ck up, or any other nasty things? I bet you have and it’s okay, but I want to know that I am not just the crazy one here.
Until next time,