Frustration Anyone
My 4 year old surely knows how to work a nerve. How many different ways can you ask a question? She'll figure it out for you. I was asked the same 3 questions in a variation of manners yesterday, to which the answers were NO! everytime.
Question No. 1: Can I have a snack?
variation: Can I have and peanut butter jelly sandwich?
2nd variation: What can I get small to eat?
many other variations, the child is a bottomless pit. If she had the ability to do it all herself, she wouldn't fit through my door.
Question No. 2: Can I go over to Madison's house today?
variation: Is Madison home yet?
2nd variation: Mom, Madison is riding the tractor outside, can I go ride with her?
Getting the drift yet?
Question No. 3: Can we go to the park today mom?
variation: When can we go to the park today?
2nd variation: The park hasn't moved, have we?
ARGH!! Who would have thought that such a wee little person could cause SO much stress. At the end of the night, I couldn't be around either of my children. I don't want to be alone with either of them at this point, but hunting will prevail over them, or me. Why should any of that change? I wanted to run away forever and never come back. I retreated to the bathroom for some alone time in a sea of Calgon. The tub hadn't even finished filling before there was a knock on the door. I simply screamed "NO!!!!!" We have 2 bathrooms, why do they think they have to come to the one that I am in. I'm dang sure not bathing in the other bathroom, because the sanitation department would condemn it if they came to the house. I believe the husband does not clean it particularly for that reason. If he does, someone may want to utilize it. I have absolutely nothing sacred in my life. I can't even pee by myself. Heaven forbid if I lock the door, someone is going to bang on it continuously until I scream, "GO AWAY!" I tried to cook for the second time this week yesterday, scalded my hand with the wretched pig juice. I think I have lost my touch. The last 2 meals I have cooked sucked and I injured myself both times. Of course, if I want my family to enjoy a nutritious meal, I must be the one to cook it. Meaning, I have to endure more pain and injuries. Oh, how I hate my life.
Question No. 1: Can I have a snack?
variation: Can I have and peanut butter jelly sandwich?
2nd variation: What can I get small to eat?
many other variations, the child is a bottomless pit. If she had the ability to do it all herself, she wouldn't fit through my door.
Question No. 2: Can I go over to Madison's house today?
variation: Is Madison home yet?
2nd variation: Mom, Madison is riding the tractor outside, can I go ride with her?
Getting the drift yet?
Question No. 3: Can we go to the park today mom?
variation: When can we go to the park today?
2nd variation: The park hasn't moved, have we?
ARGH!! Who would have thought that such a wee little person could cause SO much stress. At the end of the night, I couldn't be around either of my children. I don't want to be alone with either of them at this point, but hunting will prevail over them, or me. Why should any of that change? I wanted to run away forever and never come back. I retreated to the bathroom for some alone time in a sea of Calgon. The tub hadn't even finished filling before there was a knock on the door. I simply screamed "NO!!!!!" We have 2 bathrooms, why do they think they have to come to the one that I am in. I'm dang sure not bathing in the other bathroom, because the sanitation department would condemn it if they came to the house. I believe the husband does not clean it particularly for that reason. If he does, someone may want to utilize it. I have absolutely nothing sacred in my life. I can't even pee by myself. Heaven forbid if I lock the door, someone is going to bang on it continuously until I scream, "GO AWAY!" I tried to cook for the second time this week yesterday, scalded my hand with the wretched pig juice. I think I have lost my touch. The last 2 meals I have cooked sucked and I injured myself both times. Of course, if I want my family to enjoy a nutritious meal, I must be the one to cook it. Meaning, I have to endure more pain and injuries. Oh, how I hate my life.
posted by AmyLee at 6:23 AM
2 Comments:
But she is just so damn cute, makes you wanna pick her up and squeeze her.........
yeah......'til her head pops off!
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