Highlights from my evening. I don’t like this. I’m normally pretty happy. Even amidst all the chaos, I can usually laugh at it. That’s why I write, it keeps me sane. Tonight I’m finding nothing at all remotely funny about anything that is going on. And that’s not good.
- Cameron threw a screaming hissy fit because Barry wouldn’t get his bike down from the garage ceiling so he could deliver Christmas cards to the neighbors.
- Justin had a conniption because he lost the little sword to one of his action figures.
- Alex drew on my nightstand and iPod dock with a permanent black marker.
- David tried to be a co-parent all night, administering his own brand of discipline, which did nothing but make matters worse.
Those were only the highlights. To list them all would result in a sure-fire nervous breakdown and possibly a jail sentence. Also my husband just came in here, after being gone for an hour while I was here dealing with the mayhem, and asked me, “Is that all you do, look at your computer all night?”
Someone is going down tonight. And St. Nicholas will not be making a visit. He’s too mad to even make the effort of putting coal in stockings. He just doesn’t care anymore. Broken and beaten down. Exhausted from trying to please everyone and pleasing no one as a result. Tired of the fighting. Angry that no one seems to notice how close I am to the end of my rope. Sick of getting no respect. Contemplating going on strike. Considering the silent treatment as an option. No one listens anyway.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011