Oh no, not the Medium. I need the XS hair-shirt for a good snug fit
I did it to myself. I allowed it to happen. I let both of my kids have a sleep over this week at Nana’s.
I have been saying “NO” to this request for a good long time. Because you see, it just isn’t in my best interest. No one is on their A game, when there is a sleep over the night before. No one is even on their C game. But now, CT is old enough to have conversations with his cousin Eleanor and through these conversations come realizations that they are getting the short end of the stick.
So, I gave in to the request. And now, I am being punished!
Here is only a small glimpse into what my day has been like. Believe me, there is more material to be had, but I will dole it out sparingly.
After separating CT & PJ several times this morning for throwing blocks at each other, we all piled into the car to go to the grocery store, and as usual, I told them what my expectations of them were.
We put KP in the cart and the two older kids decided to walk.
Once on our way to the meat counter, PJ starts complaining of being cold (there were several attempts made to help her put on a light sweater, but she would have nothing to do with it). I told her that her choice to go without a sweater is what is causing her to be uncomfortable and that next time she might choose to listen.
She keeps walking and whining and then her gold sparkle-tap-tap shoes start becoming uncomfortable. Her cries of discomfort are quickly becoming louder and louder. She then starts yelling at her shoes. She starts stopping her feet. And the, she starts to run.
I call after her to stop. CT starts running after her, trying to grab her. She is still yelling. We are all now running through the grocery store, aisle after aisle trying to get her. Clyde grabs her leg, but only gets a shoe, which pisses her off even more.
I am going completely numb with rage. People are watching on the sidelines as my kids are screaming at the top of there lungs, running, pulling at each other. Finally he gets her, and brings her down. Both gold shoes laying in a wake behind us, along with all the other store patrons watching on to see if I will beat her senseless.
I didn’t, but I sure as hell wanted to!
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