I will admit it: I don't really always like being around my kids. I just got in my almost-thirteen-year-old son's face at 9:30 at night (literally, I was holding his face and yelling into it). He was supposed to be practicing piano, and didn't want to. Now that I have that in print, I think perhaps I may have overreacted.
Whatever, I am sick and tired of the attitude and general snarkiness that rules my life since these kids have gotten off school. We all went away for a very fun weekend up North, and it was great, and the buzz from that should have carried us all for more than 12 hours, don't you think?
But no, if my children do not want to do something, then we all have to listen to much bellyaching and whining and pissing and moaning, and frankly, I'm just tired of it. If I ask you to help with dishes, then just do it. If you need to take a shower, do I really have to hear that you haven't sweat in the three days since your last one? If it's time to go to bed, I mean NOW, not in five or ten or fifteen minutes from now.
I realized today that I have been letting my boys get away with far too much crap that my mom would have beaten out of us. I need to go channel her now. Now, where did I put that Ouija board?
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