Day 2 of cleaning Kara’s room.
She was over at her friend’s house yesterday and I told her, “Kara…you can stay until 3 pm, but when you get home you HAVE TO CLEAN YOUR ROOM. Don’t come home and be up until midnight ‘cleaning’. Just come home and clean your room. Don’t make me have to yell at you and remind you a hundred times to do it.”
“Okay. Okay mom…Totally. I will come home and clean my room.”

Last night about throttled her. Thank God Shaun was there or CPS would have been called.

This morning she comes bouncing into my bedroom as if all is right in the world. She doesn’t know that she’s walking on the wrong side of Mom right now. I still have this desire to wrap my hands around her neck and shake her until she realizes how serious I am about that damn room and this damn loan.

I get of the computer after blogging about my beautiful sister and there she is, the demon child, sitting on the couch watching television.
I raise my eyebrow and give her the, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SITTING ON THE COUCH YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHITHEAD” look.
“I’m taking a ten minute break.” then she gives me the, “YOU’RE A TOTAL BITCH MOM, GET OUT OF MY FACE.” look.

So today…I give you my proof that SHE TOTALLY DESERVED TO BE THROTTLED UPSIDE THE HEAD pictures.
I’m going to give her until 6 pm. If it’s not done by then…she’s grounded AND wounded!

**** UPDATE****

An hour later….Where is she?

and what is she doing?