More often than not, my kids refuse to eat the food I make for dinner.
In the past, we have just let the kids make themselves something else to eat... because I make ONE meal.
So, tonight, both kids went to make themselves a sandwich... except chocolate spread and jelly is not acceptable for dinner... or ever for that matter.
The boy child got pissed at me and was hanging on one of the cabinet doors... which, I should mention, has been a part of this house probably since it was built in the 50's... so, the hinge ended up breaking.
Which wouldn't have pissed me off quite as much if events leading up to it weren't what they were and this child has a history of breaking shit just because he can.
I flipped out... told both kids to sit their asses down at the table and eat what I made.
Somehow along the way, the boy got super glue on the tip of his tongue.
How the FUCK does that happen?
So, while he's crying like a newborn baby, I'm calling poison control...
No big deal the lady tells me...
In the meantime, the husband is yelling at me because I'm past my angry point and am now beyond fucking furious.
The crying continues... I yell "eat your fucking food"... crying continues... I slam my hand on the table a few times and tell the boy to go to bed. I don't want to see him again tonight.
It's now 2 hours after this all started, he's still crying... over what? God only knows!
He jumped on his sister's decorative toy bird cage and broke it... yet he cried like it was his.
He wrote me a note:
OMG...
Sorry to hear that, kid.
Interesting... I should apologize to him.
Because I made him a healthy, tasty dinner?
That'll be a cold day in hell.
I just told him to brush his teeth and he's crying again.
Are you FUCKING kidding me?
I need a drink! Seriously.
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