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Oct. 2nd, 2017 08:15 am I really almost walked out this morning. After sleeping with no covers last night, because my husband likes to cocoon, and being kept up by his coughing, because he refuses to take medicine, I woke up my son at 6:30. He's supposed to be setting his alarm and getting ready for school himself. He was all excited about taking responsibility at the beginning of the year. It lasted for about 2 weeks.
So I woke him up at 6:30, and went downstairs. At 7, he was still upstairs, so I went up and woke him up again. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he asked.
He was irate because I wouldn't help him get ready. He was fine. He has 30 minutes of extra time because he can get to school any time between 7:30 and 8. He just prefers to get there closer to 7:30 to socialize.
So I am the worst mom ever because I don't save my child from himself, I was cold all night because my husband has no concept of how a blanket works (he literally whined in his sleep when I pulled the blanket edge over myself, so I adjusted the blanket for him and covered him up like a child), and I'm realizing, I live with two people who make me feel like shit most of the time. And I just pictured myself saying you know what? I'm out. And just driving away and renting out a hotel room or something.
Here I am going to copy and paste the story of the DIY fidget spinner just to present an idea of what it's like around here every day:
My son wanted to make his own fidget spinner today, and he was so excited, but I already saw disaster coming. First he had 4 bottle caps that were slightly different, so it wasn't balancing out right. Then we couldn't find a glue that dried quickly and he asked me to hold it while it dried. We were using super glue that kept getting on his fingers, and he would go over and scrub his hands in the sink every time he got some on his skin. When I said it was fine if he puts it down on some paper he had a fit because it would stick to the paper. Then he was furious with me because I wasn't doing it right. I asked him to pull up a picture of a fidget spinner so I would know exactly how to put it together and he screamed at me that I should know what they look like because he has some and I have bought them for him. I said I'm sorry, but I just don't keep what a fidget spinner looks like in my memory bank because it's not crucial for me to know and I never use them. So at this point, he gave up because I wasn't understanding him and I pulled up a picture of a fidget spinner and put it together. Then he painted it and I went over later and there was paint on the wall. I asked him to clean it up and he screamed at me that I should do it because I'm the one who saw it. He did a half hearted job and was appalled when I asked him to scrub the rest off, please. So you see why we never do arts and crafts around here.
So I woke him up at 6:30, and went downstairs. At 7, he was still upstairs, so I went up and woke him up again. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he asked.
He was irate because I wouldn't help him get ready. He was fine. He has 30 minutes of extra time because he can get to school any time between 7:30 and 8. He just prefers to get there closer to 7:30 to socialize.
So I am the worst mom ever because I don't save my child from himself, I was cold all night because my husband has no concept of how a blanket works (he literally whined in his sleep when I pulled the blanket edge over myself, so I adjusted the blanket for him and covered him up like a child), and I'm realizing, I live with two people who make me feel like shit most of the time. And I just pictured myself saying you know what? I'm out. And just driving away and renting out a hotel room or something.
Here I am going to copy and paste the story of the DIY fidget spinner just to present an idea of what it's like around here every day:
My son wanted to make his own fidget spinner today, and he was so excited, but I already saw disaster coming. First he had 4 bottle caps that were slightly different, so it wasn't balancing out right. Then we couldn't find a glue that dried quickly and he asked me to hold it while it dried. We were using super glue that kept getting on his fingers, and he would go over and scrub his hands in the sink every time he got some on his skin. When I said it was fine if he puts it down on some paper he had a fit because it would stick to the paper. Then he was furious with me because I wasn't doing it right. I asked him to pull up a picture of a fidget spinner so I would know exactly how to put it together and he screamed at me that I should know what they look like because he has some and I have bought them for him. I said I'm sorry, but I just don't keep what a fidget spinner looks like in my memory bank because it's not crucial for me to know and I never use them. So at this point, he gave up because I wasn't understanding him and I pulled up a picture of a fidget spinner and put it together. Then he painted it and I went over later and there was paint on the wall. I asked him to clean it up and he screamed at me that I should do it because I'm the one who saw it. He did a half hearted job and was appalled when I asked him to scrub the rest off, please. So you see why we never do arts and crafts around here.
