Okay.....y'all will have to forgive me for anything I might say that's offensive on this blog.....wait a second, this is MY blog, and I really don't care what ANYONE thinks because I am ANGRY!!!!! Angry as I can be!!!!! Don't get me wrong....I LOVE my family very much, but right now......I am seething mad at everyone in this house except the baby. And only NOT angry with her because she doesn't know better and she just wanted something that was taken from her. Okay....lemme re-cap my day.....woke up to the sound of the 3yr old absolutely tormenting the baby to the point where she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Which started my day off really bad because 1. I went to bed at 10:30, which is early for me, but didn't actually fall asleep until 1:30am for some reason. So, getting awakened at 5:45 am, didn't start Cyndi out in a very good mood. And 2. Because I hate being awakened for un-necessary things. So, I jump out of bed and break up the high-pitched squealing incident. I proceed to the kitchen where my son, who is not supposed to be out of bed until 6:30am at the earliest, is sitting on the couch watching a movie that was....well, a bit questionable. It was an R-rated one that he knows he isn't supposed to be watching. It had a lot of swearing in it, and he's been asked to not watch it. So, then I had to deal with that. Then, I make my way to the coffee machine, because I figure, if I have to be up at 5:45 for no reason, I'm gonna need some coffee...and FAST!!!!! So, I make the coffee...feed the kids breakfast, get them watching Hi-5 and other cartoons and I proceed to settle down to do some writing and play my fave FB games. So, my boy gets on the other computer, and of course, the teenager is still asleep and will be for many many more hours.....we'll get to him later.....
At this point, everything SEEMED to be okay at this point until the 3 yr old decides she wants something on the speaker where my hot coffee was....I'm sure you can guess what happened then.....yeah, she dumped it ALL over my arm and into my chair. I jumped up with my skin on fire and, surprisingly, screamed no obscenities.....I was very shocked and all I could think of was ripping my shirt off and getting this very hot coffee soaked shirt as far away from me as possible. Meanwhile, while I was in the bedroom changing and then going to put my shirt in the laundry, my 17 month old was in my make-up and covered in lipstick...my FAVORITE lipstick. And as she was doing this, my 11 and 3 yr old just sat there and did NOTHING!!!! I kind of don't expect the 3 yr old to do anything, but my 11 yr old should have at least TOLD me or tried to get the lipstick away from her....but he couldn't be bothered. About that time, my son's friends came over and wanted to play....which was fine with me....so he and his friend (and minutes later, his friends' brothers) are in the back room playing on the computer....which, again, I don't mind but the youngest one has NO intention of following our "house rules"....he does what he wants.....which means walking into my bedroom when I am changing, coming into the house without knocking, climbing on the windowsill and poking holes in the screens, going around to the back of the house if no one answers the door and peering through the windows and shouting for someone to and I quote "let me the hell IN"....this kid is like 5 years old too. He also just helps himself into the cupboards and every room in the house....even when asked to stay out of them. Anyway, everything SEEMS to be all well at this point....boys playing in the back, girls watching tv, me on the computer, teenager STILL sleeping. All of a sudden I hear AWWWWWWW COOL, and proceed to see ALL of my books being pulled off the shelf and thrown onto the floor so this little boy could get into my greeting card box where he could lick ALL of my envelopes. Enter a very MAD mother.....I asked my son to take the boys outside (it was around 10am at this point.....the boys go outside....yaaaaaay. Teenager wakes at 10:30 and rather than taking a shower, proceeds to spray an ENTIRE can of the nastiest, old man deodorant all over every inch of his body!!!!! Dear, heavens....my allergies!!!!!! Teenager proceeds to park himself on my couch and take over what hubby and I call the "grown-up" TV.....the kid TV is in the back, but this kid could care less....he does what he wants to, when he wants to with absolutely no concern for anyone else. I proceed to do several loads of laundry, the dishes, make the beds, general pick up....hubby comes home from work and I ask what he'd like for breakfast/lunch. He fixes his own breakfast, which I appreciated, but left a mess of fruit and yogurt all over the counter....I sigh and clean that mess, too. He parks himself on the couch and gets on his computer...which, I don't mind...he did just get off work and is entitled to have a rest...no worries. If you know my hubby, you know that I have to ask VERY early in the day what he wants for dinner because I'm a good cook, but a bad meal planner, so I need a little notice. So I ask him....darling, what would you like for dinner? I get the answer I expected.....WHATEVER. So, I'm thinking chicken of some sort. All I can think of is Buffalo chicken wings....they don't have those in Aussie land, and I often wish I could have them.....so, I hit the net to find a buffalo chicken sauce recipe. My mouth was watering as I read the recipe, as it is as I am writing this. So, I said mmmmmm buffalo chicken.....well, I didn't get the response I was hoping for, so I searched for chicken stew or something with rice, which also sounded good. Anyway, kids are asking for treats (we had none), so I said I'd make something yummy for after dinner dessert. They all wanted to know what I was making....I said SECRET, which started my kids a-begging as to what I would make. I SO miss Reese's Peanut Butter cups, so I wanted something peanut buttery and chocolatey.....mmmmmmmm I decided I was going to attempt to make chocolate cupcakes with a gooey peanut butter center. So, I got lucky and my hubby ended up making dinner because he didn't think my recipe I had picked would turn out very good....as per usual.....this is the man that does EVERYTHING right, makes NO mistakes, and ALWAYS criticizes people who don't do things the way HE thinks they should. So, it's only natural that I would mess up something simple like chicken stew.....
So I proceed to fold all the laundry while he's cooking dinner, keep the girls entertained, work around teenager who is STILL parked on the couch watching tv, and 11 yr old who has just come in demanding something to eat because he had skipped all his meals because playing was more important. He got told to wait. Hubby gets dinner served and we sit down to eat and I get hounded again about what dessert I will make. I don't like telling anyone what I'm making because if they don't like it, they will complain and gripe about it until I either make nothing at all, which means that the non complainers get punished because of a bad seed. And then everyone else is in a rotten mood because they don't get a treat because of the complainer. So, after dinner, teenager goes back to the couch, 11 yr old goes to his room to play, and I asked for the older three (hubby, teenager, and 11 yr old) to please keep the girls out of the kitchen so I could get this done with no stress. Did that happen......NO, not even a LITTLE bit! I asked teenager to stay out of the kitchen as well, but he marches right in and reads the recipe so he could go and tell everyone what I was making, ruining the surprise I SO wanted to deliver to my family who I love so much.....so that really made me mad! THEN, the girls, being unwatched as asked, wandered into the kitchen and wanted to lick the beaters....I was going to need them again ASAP, but because hubby said awwwwww, just let them lick a beater, I did. Well 3 yr old had no problem giving it back when I needed it back, but 17 month old...oh dear heavens, screamed like a banshee, because for all she knew, mama was taking her treat away from her. SO she stood next to me and screamed and screamed and screamed......and SCREAMED. Where is hubby? On the computer. Where is teenager? On his ass watching TV....STILL!!!! Where is 11 yr old? Playing video games. So I said SCREW this ( sorry, Mama), threw the bowls in the sink and said I'm not doing this. Then I proceeded to get verbally attacked from 3 yr old, 11 yr old, teenager, and husband because now they weren't getting their peanut butter chocolate cupcakes.....they ALL jumped up and offered to help with the baby, but I was FED UP! I had NO intention of going back to the kitchen and making ANYTHING for those ungrateful JERKS. They should have helped me the FIRST freaking time!!!!!!!! After all, 11 yr old did nothing but play all day while I did his laundry, washed his dishes, and picked up, and attempted a nice dessert for him....teenager, who has GOT to be the laziest person ( other than his mother) on this whole earth, slept until 10:30, watched movies and played on the computer all day. Why? Oh, why could no one just helped out while I made THEM a treat? I mean can someone not get off their butt just to play with the baby for about 20 minutes while I whipped up the stinking cupcakes???? I gave up cooking Buffalo chicken because the idea didn't sound good to his highness and the prince (hubby and his son).....and then I have to give up the peanut butter and chocolate dessert that I SO craved, too because I had to hold a screaming baby. Then I get attitude from hubby for being mad....this is an every day occurrence for me and I am stinking SICK TO DEATH OF IT!!!!!! Tell me, folks....am I wrong to be angry and feel unappreciated? I honestly wouldn't care if this only happened once in a while but this is EVERY day now......Okay, venting over.....time to chill out and see if I can get over this.....
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