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Dirty Laundry

21
Dec 2011

The child pictured at left thinks her dad is an asshole and her mother is a bitch. Life sucks, and she cannot wait to move the hell out of her home where she hasn’t been happy for a very long time because, hello, her parents suck.

They do mean things.

For instance, they yell at her when she uses things that do not belong to her — especially after she has been told not to use them.

This does not stop her from using those things anyway, which is why they yell.

Her horrible parents have spent about $1,000 in the last two months to repair a vehicle that she has repeatedly abused and broken including getting said vehicle stuck on railroad tracks. Somewhere in there she managed to crack the caliper in HALF. But her dad is such a fricking dick because he PAID for the parts and REPAIRED it for her in less than 24 hours. That is just how much of a dick her dad is.

Her mom is a bitch because her mom gives her gas money to fill said vehicle when it is empty.

Her mom makes her do things and yells at her when she doesn’t. Her mom repeatedly asks her to do things like clean her room, which she ignores.

When things go missing, they tend to be found in the girl’s possession. Yet she has no idea how they got there or that they are even there because the girl’s room is messy.

Her absolutely hateful parents do horrible things like not get her what she wants. For instance, she doesn’t have a phone or a laptop, or a vehicle to drive, a kindle, or a varsity jacket.

Oh wait, she has ALL of those things.

And how does she repay her parents?

She yells at them.

She lies to them.

She sneaks out of the house.

She thinks everything in this house belongs to her and treats it that way.

She shows no respect to her parents.

She screams at her siblings.

She expects everything.

She whines.

She yells.

She throws mini tantrums every single day.

But it is HER PARENTS that are the problem.

She doesn’t pick up a single thing. She throws something away and it misses? You can expect to find it next to the trash can for the next week.

She still takes her laptop to her room although she was told not to. Plus she can get online with her Kindle but she isn’t supposed to.

They make her do dishes even after she has worked all day and hasn’t had any sleep because she stayed out the night before and now can’t say a civilized word to a single solitary person.

OMG they make her do dishes after working all day! Can you believe that?

They yell at her when she threatens to hurt her siblings or actually does hit her siblings.

They tell her to shut up and go to her room without dinner when she just can’t keep her mouth shut despite repeated requests to knock it off.

Her dad’s a dick, and she is ready to do something that will really make him think twice about just how stupid he is being. She has enlisted the help of guys although she isn’t quite sure what she needs them to do yet.

Her dad trusted her implicitly. He didn’t think she could ever lie to him. She did lie. Her mom would figure it out. But her dad still believed her. Until the day he didn’t. Until she specifically told him she wasn’t lying, and her mother proved she was lying. Now, her dad can’t trust a single thing she says to him. But he loves her anyway. That’s a dick for you.

Now, her mom isn’t so bad, but she still has her moments. She really is a bitch you know. Plus, her mom the bitch will just go along with her dad the asshole.

As her mother, I am finding this is getting very old very quickly. Lately, I have given in to her demands to go here or go there because it is fricking easier than having her at home where she makes life a living hell from all of her bitching and moaning and lousy attitude towards the other 5 people that live here.

This morning, I am at my limit. I found just how little she cares for us, and I thought that I’d let the world know.

I suck as a mother. I’m a bitch. Her dad’s an asshole. I don’t know how the fuck she is going to stand living here until she turns 18 and life suddenly becomes wonderful and she can move the fuck out of this hellhole.

 

And the damn thing is that I still love her.

 

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The Anti-Thankful Post

24
Nov 2011

Everyone is posting their reasons for being thankful, and I decided I needed to do something a bit different.

I’m going to whine about having to share.

It hasn’t been that long since my new Kindle Fire arrived. I have barely had any time to play with it, and some of my children hadn’t even touched it yet.

I made the mistake of bringing it with me to the family celebration. In no time, my children and cousins were using my Kindle Fire to do things like play suduko and solitaire.

I reluctantly allowed this. In that I said “yes,” but I really wanted to grab my toy and take it home while screaming “nnnoooo!” and “mmmiiinnnneee.”

I have since reclaimed my Kindle Fire and told all children that it is charging. I feel better. Especially after I cleaned off all of the fingerprints.

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Bad Boys Suck

03
Oct 2011

There was recently this post going around facebook about teaching daughters to tell the difference between a good man and a bad boy.

The catchy little picture makes it sound so easy, but it is anything but. I have three teenaged daughters, and I have worked hard to make them self confident and smart and confident, but bad boys have means of persuasion that parents find hard to battle and unless I send my girls to an all-female school, they have to learn to deal with boys: the good and the bad.

This past weekend was the high school’s homecoming. All three of my girls were going, but only the oldest had a date. The other two were going with friends. Around 11 p.m., I received a phone call from the oldest. The youngest child was mad at her and crying, and it all had to do with a bad boy.

A quick back story: Last spring/summer, the youngest liked a boy that lived somewhere else but came to the area when staying with his dad. The daughter met him, liked him and they started “going out.” Keep in mind that “going out” meant one movie that his dad went with them to. The rest was texting and facebook and not really seeing each other.

At the beginning of the summer, I read a text the boy had sent my daughter. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t good either. He basically asked her what age she thought she’d be when she lost her virginity and who it would be with. We made some changes including preventing my daughter from going to a friend’s house that lived near the boy (the only place she saw him). By the end of the summer, he had been blocked from my daughter’s facebook profile and his number removed from her cell phone.

Fast forward to this weekend. For a week or two before homecoming, I was hearing rumors about the boy. My daughter was talking to him although she wasn’t supposed to. At homecoming, my oldest daughter intervened and told the boy to leave her little sister alone. The boy reportedly became upset and punched a wall (possibly breaking his fist). FYI: the wall always wins.

My youngest daughter was staying at a friend’s house, but when she came home I talked to her about it. She denied some things including things that she knew to be true. In other words, she was caught in more than one lie. The first one: his number was back on her phone under a false name. She pretended she didn’t know and had no idea how it was there.

Then I checked out her facebook account, and I realized the boy was no longer blocked from her account. He wasn’t a friend yet, but he wasn’t blocked. He should have been blocked. When I went to reblock him, facebook warned me that I couldn’t block someone I had just unblocked in the last 48 hours. When I asked my daughter why she unblocked him, she claimed she didn’t and that she doesn’t know how to unblock him. She claimed that she didn’t know he’d been unblocked. I called her a liar. It’s her facebook account, and she is responsible for it. The unblocking had just happened, so she either did it or knew about it. The unblocking happened when she was at the friend’s house, which just happens to be the friend that lives by the boy.

Now she is without a cell phone, without a facebook or a laptop, and she won’t be going anywhere for a while.

I hate when my children lie to me. I hate bad boys. And I am so disappointed that my daughter hasn’t figured out that lying isn’t a trait they should cultivate in themselves or their friends. It’s a huge warning sign to stay away.

It is incredibly frustrating for me, but I won’t be punching any walls anytime soon. Brains not brawn will resolve this one.

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Sibling Rivalry Solved!

24
Jun 2010

It has taken me 15 plus years, but I finally figured out how to keep the children from killing each other on a daily basis.

Obviously, I am a parenting pro.

In fact, my house hasn’t heard a single sibling fight All. Week. Long. It has been quiet.

And I didn’t even have to tie everyone up and stuff them in a closet to achieve it.

All it took was to get rid of two of my four children, but the key was to know which ones to ditch.

The oldest and the youngest are the only ones left at home, and I’ve distracted the oldest with things like her job and the internet and chores. The youngest is harder because he keeps whining about being bored, but he has a friend here now, so there is someone who is both invested in him not being bored and interested in entertaining him.

As for the two children that I ditched? It was a temporary ditch. One is away at camp for the week, and the other is away at a friend’s house for the week. The friend’s house was the idea of the friend’s mother because it seems I am not the only one who suffers from children with the goal to drive their mother insane.

I suspect sibling rivalry will commence at my home once more sometime on Friday when one of the two missing children return home. It will continue despite the oldest leaving for camp next Monday.

I suspect my house won’t see this much peace again until sometime in 2015 when a few of them have graduated and gone off to college.

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Close Calls

01
Jun 2010

Autumn injured her neck after attempting to drive through a wire fence.

We started our holiday weekend with a little dirt biking, which the kids think is the PERFECT way to spend a weekend.

The three youngest were each on a dirt bike while the oldest child was out with her boyfriend. While she was gone, the other three rode the dirt bikes and the four-wheeler for hours.

Heck, I even took a couple of turns. First, I let Justin give me a ride on the four-wheeler. Next, I climbed onto the 50 and took a lap. My family was skeptical. They thought I might crash.

When I arrived back safely, I abandoned the 50 and climbed onto the 100. Amanda didn’t hesitate to suggest that I was going to fall and hurt myself. OK, I normally do NOT ride the dirt bikes, but it doesn’t mean I can NOT ride them.

It probably did nothing to help my image that during my entire drive around the field on the 100, my husband followed me on the 80. He too was thinking I might injure myself. I didn’t.

Soon, the children gave up the dirt bikes for more exciting pursuits like climbing up onto the roof of the garage and asking their dad for money if they jump off.

He agreed to pay, and Amanda was the first to jump off. Justin and Maxine soon followed.

During the roof jumping, the oldest child returned home. She climbed onto the roof, but she refused to jump because she claimed she had an injured knee. Oh, that’s right! She does. So she climbed back down the ladder and onto her dirt bike.

No one told her she would hurt herself, and her dad didn’t follow her around waiting for her to crash.

She crashed.

More specifically, she misjudged the opening in the fence, and she decided to drive through the fence. Her arms and neck took the brunt of the force as she was yanked off the bike and the fence wire flew.

We noticed she had put the bike down, but we didn’t immediately realize she had gone through the fence. She stood looking down at her bike for a bit. Her sister came along and put down her bike too. Finally, Autumn turned off the bike and began walking back to the house. Within just a few steps, she began to run, and we realized something was wrong.

Her injuries were minor compared to what could have happened. The place she went through the fence was right next to the opening, so the fence came undone. The top wire of the fence cut the inside of Autumn’s arm pretty badly along with scrapping along the entire section of her neck to her chin. Autumn said she threw her head back as she went through.

It could have been so much worse, and although she is still sore, Autumn is recovering and doing well. I knew she was going to be OK when she started texting, but it took all of us a little bit to recover as we comprehended how badly this could have ended.

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