Happy Birthday to my eldest daughter Jennifer. A 20yr old, I haven’t had one of those in a while. She came home this morning at 5.25am with her 18yr old sister. Both were seriously drunk. I just sighed at how freaking loud they were. A few hours later & my day started. Youngest wasn’t in the best of moods. I’d left my phone on my coffee table, he lifted it up & threw it. In a nano second he’d went from annoyed to seething. My phone sat on the floor in bits. Sometimes, sometimes I want to scream at him to fuck off but I don’t. He smirks at me waiting for a response. This morning he got one. He was told he’s the child & I’m the parent. He can think what he wants but he can’t do what he wants when he wants. I left the room with my words echoing in his ears. I did raise my voice. In that moment I didn’t care that he doesn’t like being shouted at. Okay, honestly he can & does do whatever he wants. I have no magic key in my armory of parenting knowledge. If a key exists I don’t have it. What I do have is a crappy phone that’s smashed to pieces whilst he’s got an iphone 6 & no I can’t take it. I’m not that brave. I’ve no idea why he’s stressed today but I’m teetering on the brink of exploding myself. I can live without a mobile. It will be heaven not waiting for my phone to ring when I’m standing in work. I’ve lost oodles of photos but I can live without them. I am seriously tired of the drama he creates. I’d happily live without a mobile forever but I know I’ll have to replace it.
It should have been a happy day. For me its been a day full of youngest trying my patience & people who don’t live with him trying to tell me what I do wrong!!! If parenting him was so easy do they think I wouldn’t do it? Fkn world is full of clueless know it all’s. Thankfully they’ve left.
