It’s the little things…

That will drag you down if you let them.  I say this because I started out with high hopes of making serious progress on my new WIP - Until the End, today.  Instead, I found myself dealing with issues that shouldn’t be.  Gameboy has successfully pushed me to the point of near insanity with his constant lack of interest in school.  Today he hit a new low, by forging my signature on a progress report that showed he was failing…yep, I said failing math and spelling and God only knows what else.  I’m still waiting on the teacher to e-mail me back with the rest of the grades. 

Dollbaby is acting up today because she’s not the center of attention, gameboy is, and I’ve been reduced to verbal confrontations with mouthy teenagers who feel the need to smoke in the small wooded area behind our house.  I had one today try to tell me it was public property and I should mind my own business.  I informed him that even if it was public property, which it’s not because we pay property taxes on it, I’d be calling the cops and the fire department on them because they’re too young to be smoking and they were creating a fire hazard.  They left, while I’m sure muttering all kinds of nasty things about me under their breath.  So now a cut through from the high school beyond the woods and our development that has been there for years without incident will now have to be fenced in to protect our interests.

So, I’ve decided something.  At soon to be 36, I have officially become my mother.  I no longer understand or have the patience for mouthy pre-teens (ie: gameboy), children who misbehave (dollbaby) and teenagers.  Yep, it’s finally happened…I’m old and I don’t care

One Response to “It’s the little things…”

  1. Anne Douglas Says:

    *snicker* I realised something similar and made my husband laugh a few months back. “OMG, I’ve turned into my mother…but fatter!”

    *eyeroll*

    I so see that forging thing in my future with kiddo, le sigh.

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