THEIR BREAK BROKE ME

For those who happen to be, a stay-at-home parent like I am, you'll understnd this. Spring Break, is just a brief reminder of, how annoying you're kids are all Summer long. I had the opportunity of being around all three of my sons, all week long. By the time yesterday evening came, I was selfishly ready, for my step-sons to go back to their mother's. Not only was I painting all week long, but I was doing all of the other normal things as well. Such as, cooking, cleaning, and laundry. I forgot what, doing laundry for five people was like.

I also didn't realize, just how much food three growing boys can eat. I went through two normal weeks of food, in just one week. I honestly don't know, how my step-son's mother does it with four kids at home. I'll admitt it, I'm spoiled. I have only one kid home, most of the time, my son. Also, the changing clothes three times a day, has got to stop. Not to mention, my step-son's domestic inabilitys. I've always said it, you've got to train children early. If you don't, they will grow up to be sloppy pigs. I'm not saying that, my son is perfect. However, he is far neater then his brothers.

Then again, you also have "the three factor." Together, they are a well oiled "mess machine." I know that, boys are messier then girls. Although, I wanted to kill them all, on several different occasions. Try recleaing, after they have cleaned. I mean, what's the point? When you just have to go over, what they've already done. I this seriously, what you call a good job? Don't you love, telling you're kids to do the same things over and over? I'll probably tell them do clean up their mess on my death bed. I'm serious, otherwise if I don't, it will never get done. They will just say, "who cares, she's dead now anyway."

Here's my favorite of all this week. Everything said, was made into something nasty. Like... you said sack, or tool. Let me see, oh... douche bag, is my all time favorite. Let me put it into a sentence for you. What are ya, stupid or something... ya douche bag? Or what about, "fatty." Everyone is fat, no matter if they are or not. Here's an oldy, but a goody,... fag. Did you know that, you can use the word fag, in almost every sentence? If you don't like something, or someone, it's gay. I nearly died yesterday, when I hear number two son say that, number one son "butt ***** him." I thought, what in the hell! Number one son, was just pretending to hump, number two son. How distrubed are these people anyway!

I know what you're thinking. How did my children get this way, and what are you going to do about it. Well, probably not all of it, is our fault. They do have other parents, and outside influences. By the way, you would never hear the phrase, "butt ****" come out of my mouth. As for the name calling, I know when to put a stop to it, when they've gone too far. The teasing, and making fun of, I put a stop to yesterday. Calgone, take me away! I'm going to take a much needed morning nap. Bye ya'll!