So full of anger.
I have spent the past four hours with a persistent migraine to add to my usual complaints of neck pain, back pain, etc.
Why? The girls. First, for about an hour, they decided to be very loud and shrill and 'playful'. Then, for a half hour, they yelled and screamed and cajoled in an attempt to convince L to take them to Wal-Mart after the visit to the doctor's. All the way to the doctor's, they yelled and babbled and fought. There, there is blessed silence for awhile, followed by a trip to Wal-Mart, since they've almost sort of kind of not-really-but-at-least-maybe-they'll-be-quiet been good enough. We tell them they've got a half hour, though we might let them stay longer if they bring us out a drink first. A half hour later, we call them up (they have a cell phone) and they claim 'they'll be right out.' A half hour after THAT, I have to go in looking for them - perhaps luckily, they got outside shortly after I went in. One decides, on the way out, that she wants to stop and get stickers from a vending machine, then gets pissed when I won't let her. The ride home features snarky bitching about how rude and horrible we are, interspersed with claims that they're spitting on the interior of the new car to spite us for not letting them roll down the windows. (Incidentally, it's about fifteen degrees outside.)
I really, really am not very fond of teenagers right now.
Blood pressure: 140 over 88, 89 beats per minute. I'm a little stressed.
Right now, unsurprisingly, the kids are busy trying to convince my mother-in-law (and L) that it's mostly our fault for being so irrational, and that they should have the right to scream at us and treat us like garbage without any form of recompense. I really dislike this.
Why? The girls. First, for about an hour, they decided to be very loud and shrill and 'playful'. Then, for a half hour, they yelled and screamed and cajoled in an attempt to convince L to take them to Wal-Mart after the visit to the doctor's. All the way to the doctor's, they yelled and babbled and fought. There, there is blessed silence for awhile, followed by a trip to Wal-Mart, since they've almost sort of kind of not-really-but-at-least-maybe-they'll-be-quiet been good enough. We tell them they've got a half hour, though we might let them stay longer if they bring us out a drink first. A half hour later, we call them up (they have a cell phone) and they claim 'they'll be right out.' A half hour after THAT, I have to go in looking for them - perhaps luckily, they got outside shortly after I went in. One decides, on the way out, that she wants to stop and get stickers from a vending machine, then gets pissed when I won't let her. The ride home features snarky bitching about how rude and horrible we are, interspersed with claims that they're spitting on the interior of the new car to spite us for not letting them roll down the windows. (Incidentally, it's about fifteen degrees outside.)
I really, really am not very fond of teenagers right now.
Blood pressure: 140 over 88, 89 beats per minute. I'm a little stressed.
Right now, unsurprisingly, the kids are busy trying to convince my mother-in-law (and L) that it's mostly our fault for being so irrational, and that they should have the right to scream at us and treat us like garbage without any form of recompense. I really dislike this.