Can't I Just Type In Peace?
ARGH. Day 3 of my days off. And one would think I would catch a break and be left alone.
Not so much.
So, I had to get up and take boyfriend to work this morning at 8:30. No. I wanted to sleep in. But of course, he doesn't appear to care what I want too much. And really, that's the way it is with him.
And let's not start discussing the kid. He has two. One is 16. He's fine. Typical teenager. Wants to hang out with pals and talk to girls. But the 12 yr old.
Oy. Never have I seen someone so spoiled. I could go on. But I will refrain. I will say this, if I acted like that when I was his age, I would have been killed. My mother would have had my head on a plate. You just didn't talk back, and you did what you were told. End of story.
I'm still converting my episodes. I've decided to leave them in sections. Ya know, where the commercials used to be, I just labeled them 1, 2,3 ....
OK, I wasn't going to rant about the 12 yr old. But now, that he's come in FIVE times in the last 2 minutes yapping about nothing and whining about not getting his way this morning...I have to rant.
What kind of person raises a child like that? To get that child to the point of thinking everything it wants, it's going to get? Who does that? Don't they know that it's annoying to the rest of us, and it's setting up that child for some very large disappointments in the real world. I mean, hells bells.
Yesterday, the lawn needed to be done in the backyard. We have a push lawnmower. The 12 yr old didn't want to do it. and of course his father gave in to his whining about it and told him he didn't have to. This didn't set well with me. I asked when this brat was ever going to do some actual work around here and stop leaving all the messes for me to clean up. I swear. This house is clean all week long, the weekend comes and bam. It looks like a hurricane has gone through! And the teenager isn't to blame, cause he barely leaves his room or he goes with friends. That leaves one child. HOW does one child make such a disaster? Even his father knows this is not good to do, but of course, the guilt about being seperated from the child's mother makes him give in to some ridiculous stuff.
I have to go for now. At least till he's gone. I......and again....I can't get five minutes to myself while he's here. I have to keep telling myself that his mother is coming to pick him up soon. I must be patient......patience is a virture....that I'm seriously lacking!! 
Bye for now
Ali
The Misfit Chick