I’m obviously not Mystic Meg but I know Saturday is never the best day for my kids. I left as usual at noon. Footie was over. 3 younger boys are looking tired and 2nd daughter is beginning to show signs of attitude. Daughter is warned, they’re all warned and I leave with my wrath sitting watching over them. Mr B isn’t like me. His parenting technique is more ignore them (never works, that technique) whereas I rarely leave them alone. Long story short, 2nd daughter got a pencil stab on her bum (cant think how, she usually sits on it lol) and youngest son got his new wrestling ring complete with a much loved wwe figure smashed. Some would call it payback, I call it twisted revenge.
I wouldnt mind but I only bought the freakin ring yesterday. It may only have been 20 quid but I’m really pissed. I try to keep the peace when home. I like to think I can calm them down (yeh, right). I’m sure getting a pencil stab on the arse would hurt except there was no freakin lead so now its a blunt pencil. He’s only 7 whereas she’s um bigger, with padding. I dont for a second think she was hurt. Frustrated and mad as hell but not hurt.
As always kids forgive quickly. The rain had created a mud hill at the end of my row so youngest 5 thought it a good idea to go out and slide down it? Seems fair enough to me I guess. O except they dragged it into my house. They smeared my floors & walls with mud. Big droplets on my bannisters and have I been into my bathroom yet? Have I fk. I’m not going into that until I have to. I dont need to. It’ll have 5 sets of clothes. It’ll have heaps of dirty towels all over the floor. Mud will be on my walls, tiles and I bet the toilet seat is even smeared with it. Quickly searching for any small positive I can find takes me to at least it aint poo. Is that progress?? I’m not sure actually.
Still 2 kids to go then. I could type that my 2 eldest being more mature at least in age are behaving like adults in waiting. I guess they are. Teenage daughter is displaying signs of PMS. Wish I had thought up that idea at 14yrs, not sure I would have gotten away with it every week but it seems to work for her. God, moody teenage girls do my freakin nut in. I would whisper that I would much prefer to have only sons but someone thought I needed some daughters (yeh, ever thankful, honestly). Finally onto eldest son. He went out this afternoon. It really doesnt bother me when he comes home drunk. I’m just glad he’s safe. Tonight he came home at 10pm? I did ask what happened but he’s a touch tipsy so didnt make much sense. Think in between the swear words he did try and use words but I had switched off.
I was home by 6.30pm. I was sitting at my pc table. Just minding my own business with my ipod in my ears and our power clicks off. Darkness descends and kids screaming with glee Mr B goes downstairs to click it into our emergency. It Scotland, you know we’re a poor lot or at least the previous tenants of my house where. Anyway my power meter has a key that needs charged with money. When the money runs out you can take the key out, return it & £5 appears. Its a clever little thing unlike Mr B. My fault, I hadnt given him money for it Doh!!!
Mr B. Seriously the most annoying husband ever. I think its about now that I should type I’m not perfect but I at least try to keep my lightbulb switched on. Mr B is frustratingly careless with my power, my money, my temper & my beloved kids. Seriously leaving 6 of them in the same room is a recipe for disaster. I’m so disappointed in myself. I’ve taught him nothing!!!
I should really go. My mother will be on the phone early tomorrow morning asking if I’m going to mass. No. I’m not. I havent been in my chapel since my Dad’s funeral. That day it felt like I had business to be done. I’m not sure I would be able to sit in my row, knowing my dad will never sit beside me again. I remember looking over at his coffin. My apple sitting on top wondering if God really existed & if he did where the fk was he. I guess I’m just scared to go back. That and the fact that I’m still angry with God means I’ll only go back when I have to. I wonder why my Mother doesnt realise that.
I cant put it off any longer. I’m going to have to go upstairs to the toilet. My little darlings may have put there mucky clothes in a laundry bin. They may have put the towels in too if I’m lucky. They may have washed out the bath, cleaned the floor and left a winning lottery ticket on my pillow or they could have left my bathroom like a nuclear fall out centre. However it looks its not going to sort itself is it..