I'm very annoyed, angry, frustrated. My dauther is being a little B*#@)! Literally. I'm tired of her constant whining, crying, poor me atttitude. She tried to get out of doing dishes by 'losing' the dish detergent. So I sent her up to the store with money to buy more. Now she is bawling because she is washing dishes. I went up stairs to her room, it's trashed. Then I opened the spare bedroom up, I could have strangled her, it was soo trashed. I'm not in a mood to be tampered with, I'm pissed off. She goes, "what, whats' wrong" i'm like , what? you tell me what/look at this room. she replies it's not bad. I said I'm glad she thinks it isn't because she isn't going on vacation with us unless she does the dishes and then picks up both her bedroom and the spare room. I then swept the hall, the stairs, etc (which she 'did' a few days ago) and it was horrible! The cat hair and dust - she lied, she never swept. Then I come downstairs and she is wearing one of my shirts. I tell her to get it off and put on one of hers. She again 'didn't know' it was my shirt - compared to her shirt! wtf? She went down in the basement and got one of my old shirts on that i gave her for play. I went down to the basement and saw all my clothes that were hung up were on the floor with the hangers still attached. I yelled at her to get her butt down there, she's like, "what, whats wrong" I told her to pick up all my clean clothes that she put on the floor. she is like, why, i didn't do this. Yes, she did. I was down there earlier today and they were still hung up. So she picked them up, came upstairs was doing dishes, crying the whole time. Making noises over every dish. Playing drums on the glasses with spoons. Finally she finished almost all of them - there's a cookie sheet she won't clean - and she just stormed upstairs, pounding her feet, yelling "God" and "jesus" and "Stupid" over and over again. Now she's bawling up there, and breaking something. She's smashing something again. I've just had it. If she doesnt have those rooms cleaned, no she is not going on vacation. Even if that means I'm not either. I will stay home and make sure she is just as miserable as she is making me. And don't think I'm being mean to her, she doesn't have regular chores. I ask her to wash dishes once a week. If she wants to earn money, she can wash them after dinner every night, but she is too lazy and doesn't want to. All we ask is she keeps her room picked up - not spotless, just the clothes where they belong, and nothing on the floor that could be dangerous if there was an emergency. At her age I was doing everything - dishes, laundry, cooking dinner, vaccuming, sweeping, mopping, dusting, babysitting my litter sister, etc. She has no clue how easy she has it - and she thinks it's horrible
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