I’d just switched a load of laundry, picked up after the kids from various lunches they’d made themselves, washed dishes that I didn’t dirty, and pulled the sheets off my son’s bed. Said son was playing outside instead of doing what I’d asked him to do. I was also concerned about thawing meat for dinner that I still needed to cook when my dog jumped up on me which usually means, “I need to go potty outside.”
I asked Charlie to take the dog out and his first words out of that mouth were, “I already took off my shoes.”
I should have addressed that, but I didn’t respond because I thought my head might pop off.
Moments later a fight began between Susan and Charlie that would absolutely send me over that edge.
Like most of their fights, I’m not sure who started it and what it was really all about, but she started in on Charlie for picking up her dog. I heard, “Mommy, tell Charlie to put down my dog! Charlie! Put her down, now!!!!”
and I lost it.,,
Rant started with, I’m not telling anyone to NOT pick up a single thing! Everyone can pick up ALL the dogs as far as I’m concerned. While they are at it there is a host of additional things they should be picking up…
their rooms.
the shoes and socks that are kicked off and strewn over the floor.
whatever they got out to play with,
work on,
make,
or eat!
And if a dog gets picked up in the process – so be it!
Head – popped – off!!
Now my kids are probably hiding from the furious dragon their mother had morphed into. I’m currently standing over the dishes in the sink breathing my dragon fire and fantasizing. Oh, for the bliss to hear, “Mommy, Charlie won’t let me pick up the trash because he is already doing it!” Or “Mommy I’ve picked up everything I can, and I need something else to do – could I clean the bathroom for you?” Be still, my heart…oh wait, I’m just dreaming this dragon’s dream.
My favorite !!!