I am in a cranky mood and everything is getting to me today. Stuff that I usually just ignore. I took H in to use the bedpan and when I was leaving the room she said, “I’ve got my bell here, I’ll call you when I’m done.” I felt like yelling, “Of course you’ve got your bell! I have never hidden you bell! That is where your bell lives and it is always there! Yes, I know the drill because for three and a half years I have been depositing you on the bed pan and getting you off when you ring the bell. I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO RING THE BELL WHEN YOU ARE DONE! WHY MUST YOU ANNOUNCE IT AS IF I DON’T KNOW THE RULES TO THE GAME AND HAVE NEVER PLAYED BEFORE. ARE YOU AFRAID I AM GOING TO RUN IN HERE AND YANK YOU OFF THE POT MID-SHIT? CAUSE, HEY LADY, I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT THAT IS THE EXACT KIND OF MESS THAT I HATE TO CLEAN UP AND I WILL DO WHATEVER I CAN TO KEEP IT FROM HAPPENING! YOU COULD MAKE THE GAME SOOOO MUCH MORE ENJOYABLE BY RESPECTING THE FACT THAT I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING AND AM NOT A COMPLETE MORON. not completely.
Then I went upstairs and…eh, “picked up” my 17 year olds room. I took out a metric ton of trash and threw the duvet up on the bed and piled up all the clothes she needs to sort through to determine clean/dirty. Some stuff was still carefully folded, (by ME), and other stuff was obviously worn. Not my problem. But I basically got the room ready to be organized. I might point out that she has had another little girl living here with her for a couple of weeks and that has significantly added to the mess problem. This chick is not going to be here for that much longer and the room had better not ever get in this condition again.
But, anyway, she and same girl came flouncing in after school and trotted their happy asses up stairs to change clothes for work and trotted back down and left and NEVER SAID ONE WORD TO ME. NOT “HI.” NOT, “BYE.” NOT, “KISS MY ASS.” NOTHING.
Today is my birthday and the little brat didn’t even wish me happy birthday. I may kill her, clean up her room, and take it over for…something, for me. Yes. That’s the new plan.
Comment by Mither on May 9, 2008 at 6:42 pm
Happy Birthday Honey. Everything will be better soon. John will be home and you can go out to eat. Hope you called Millie to tell her to be sure and be there! I even tried to call Keelan to tell her to get her act together and be nice to her mom but I don’t have her new cell phone number. You’ll have to tell her she is in trouble with me, too. That will straighten her out!
Comment by Krissa on May 9, 2008 at 6:52 pm
Oh! I am just being pissy. Millie is here now to stay with H and Keelan just didn’t remember about my b-day. Plus she was in a hurry. Whatever. Brat. John will be home any minute and we are outta here. Some one else will be feeding me and burping me and putting me to bed. Possibly after changing me? I’ll let everyone know tomorrow.
Comment by Law Student Hot Mama on May 9, 2008 at 8:17 pm
Sorry it’s literally full of shit for ya! I’m sure they just forgot about it . . . maybe they’re planning something fabulous for you for mother’s day?!
Comment by Krissa on May 9, 2008 at 11:21 pm
…it better be good….
Comment by Sabrina on May 9, 2008 at 11:39 pm
Happy a little late-ish birthday. I’m sorry it sucked. Teenagers are ungrateful and annoying. And messy. And immature! And thoughtless! And they never call when they’re going to be late from work even though I’m sitting here waiting to take a shower because the baby wouldn’t let me all day and! Ok, maybe that’s not about you.
And taking her off the pot mid-shit had me CRACKING UP!! LOL
Comment by Krissa on May 10, 2008 at 12:05 am
Oh, I could go on and on and on about teenagers! That list you just made is all top ten stuff!
Yeah, I get where you are coming from waiting to be able to take a shower and nobody realizes it will never happen until the planets are aligned perfectly. Until the baby is napping and not waking up every 3 minutes or somebody else is there to take care of baby. Or in my case it is 2:00 pm and the “morning poop” is just now getting over with so I can relax and bathe myself without worrying about the bell ringing.
Comment by Candy on May 13, 2008 at 9:01 am
Damn, happy belated. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to wish you a happy on the day. Hopefully the family made up for it on Mother’s Day. Snort.
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