F*ing kids.

It seems like in the past few months the kids have been out of control.

This is the way things go down around here.

I get pissed. I tell them, “Knock it off! Pay attention! Do it right the first time!” and so on and so forth.  They pretend like they listened and care.  Ten minutes later they are at it again.
The talk I keep having with them goes on for a few weeks until I snap.
The ‘switch’ happens after the snap.  I go from being a normal human being who loves my children and enjoys life to a woman that can’t believe that she goes through all the work of being nice to them for WHAT?
And then I figure, “You know what, screw it. If they want to do whatever…then I am going to do whatever too.” and I lock myself away and become a resentful bitch.

After awhile I am tired of being resentful bitch because of the main reason; They didn’t give a shit.

I start all over again and the cycle doesn’t end.

The latest teenage thing around here is, and you’ve heard it before, they take my stuff.  Tyler takes my headphones. I thought I would outsmart him. I bought PINK ones. I bought white ones with PINK ribbons on it.  Did that stop him? Nope. He was sporting pink headphones.
Marina takes the camera and says her dad said it was alright.  Kara says, “Oh yeah I’ll do it.” and it doesn’t get done. The little ones..useless offspring.

It’s not just this house.  It seems to be catching on to my friends house too.

During a adult meltdown, my friend said, “How is this happening? Why are they acting like this?”
“I don’t know. They are out of control. Acting like little pricks.”
and then she said something that cracked me up, “You think they are teaching this at school? Like as a class?”

Then after today, I am beginning to believe she’s right. “How to drive your parents nuts 101”

Who ever is teaching this class….they are ‘gooooooooood’.