Yesterday afternoon I was furious with one of my children who shall not be named but might be a senior and might be a girl, and whose name might start with an “S”.
Maybe.
I was pacing the floor like a woman losing her mind, steam was blasting out of my ears. I’m telling you that I was LIVID.
“She is so RUDE! She is mean ALL the time. She won’t do ANYTHING that I ask her to do! I ask her nicely, and she won’t do it. I TELL her, and she won’t do it. I threaten her, and she won’t do it. When I tell her she CAN’T do something, she ignores me and DOES IT ANYWAY! The ONLY time she is nice – and I mean the ONLY TIME- is when she wants something. She doesn’t do ANTHING unless there is something in it for her. I can’t TAKE IT ANYMORE!”
Tightwad was watching me, deep in thought, “Hm. Weren’t you the same way in high school?”
Me: “WHAT?????????”
Tightwad, “Don’t forget, I was there."
D@*#& that memory of his. D@*#& it all to (@**.
