help... me...
help... me...
My kids are making it very difficult for me to like them, on one of my last days home before I go to the hospital.
They are beating each other, screaming, throwing shit everywhere, not listening, and just being plain demonic and alien like.
I want my kids back.
K has no idea what is in store for him when I am gone, and I am kind of feeling really bad for him right now, because they are going to drive him NUTS.
I told myself I was not going to yell at them or be angry with them these last few days. That has now become "I will not BEAT them the last few days I am home..." because that's the least I can do.
Keifer has taken to hissing. Yes. He hisses. When he is pissed at someone, he hisses and his tongue does this snake thing. My son is a serpent. My sweet sweet peanut boy, has now become a hissing serpent.
Mya is just sick and miserable and angry at the world, and she is like an old lady with an attitude.
Help... me...
My kids are making it very difficult for me to like them, on one of my last days home before I go to the hospital.
They are beating each other, screaming, throwing shit everywhere, not listening, and just being plain demonic and alien like.
I want my kids back.
K has no idea what is in store for him when I am gone, and I am kind of feeling really bad for him right now, because they are going to drive him NUTS.
I told myself I was not going to yell at them or be angry with them these last few days. That has now become "I will not BEAT them the last few days I am home..." because that's the least I can do.
Keifer has taken to hissing. Yes. He hisses. When he is pissed at someone, he hisses and his tongue does this snake thing. My son is a serpent. My sweet sweet peanut boy, has now become a hissing serpent.
Mya is just sick and miserable and angry at the world, and she is like an old lady with an attitude.
Help... me...
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