The Girl, 13:
I would do the dishes if you really paid me my allowance.
I would pay you your allowance if you REALLY did the dishes.
Seriously people this is a huge fight around here. She is 13 and she can’t rinse a dish and load the dishwasher. Give me a friggin break. And I refuse to do it because that is what she wants. She so much as admitted to her Grandmother that “she does a bad job so I won’t make her do it.” Ha, not gonna happen.
I have a MIGRAINE
Not to be confused with a headache, this is much worse.
Me: Leave Me Alone, I don’t want to go anywhere
Him: No, I won’t leave you alone, I’m gonna be all up in your mug in a minute
Me: Whaaaaateverrrrrrrr, Leave Me Alone
Him: I’m gonna Mug you, just watch.
The Teenager (15):
He hates his life. He has no life. He’s gonna kill himself. He has summer school. Blah, blah freaking blah.
We warned him. He knew what was expected of him and he chose to shit on it and that was HIS choice so I refuse to feel bad (well, working on it anyway). His report card was as suckful as it gets. He failed Algebra so he has summer school and you know thats my fault. Don’t think so.
Admit it, you wish you were me and you wish you were living my life in the crazy house. I know it could be worse but I am burnt out and sparing you the rest of the details since I am fond of you – my readers ;)
Today was a relatively good day, we had a barbeque with some friends. It was nice and relaxing (aside from the chaos of 6 kids running in, out and around).
Good food + (3) vodka and cranberry = very tired and should be in bed. My sister is right, I have become b-o-r-i-n-g. Nighters.