I finally finished a tedious day of work at 3:30 and knew I had some peace and quite until 5 when the kids would get home from track practice. I went to my house and took a loooooong shower, then went to my aunt’s to play baseball in her front yard for a bit. I was feeling so happy and peaceful, and then…
And then I met Lil Sis, A, on her way home from track. She looked at me and said: “You’re going to be so mad at G(lil bro)!! My friend Anita caught him driving the car around town! She has a video and I saw it!!”
I was instantly furious. I was so angry that I slammed through the front door, found G sitting on the couch, and—for the first time in their lives—my siblings heard the foulest language I’m capable of come crashing out of my mouth.
I’ve let him drive around a parking lot TWICE (no one else in my fam is brave enough to take the teens for driving lessons), and he thought he was ready to take my car for a fucking JOY RIDE?! He’s FOURTEEN and completely irresponsible. What the HELL was he thinking?? He could have crashed, he could have been hurt, he could have hurt someone, he could have DIED. Instead of bending him over my knee and paddling his ass blue like I wanted to, I seethed, shaking with rage: "GET a shovel. Start shoveling horse shit and don’t stop until it’s all GONE."
I was so upset, you guys. I cried for a good long time once he was out there shoveling. I don’t want to be a mom anymore. Nope. Nope. Nope. It’s horrible. This is horrible. Teenagers are horrible.
He’s staying at my aunt’s for the next two days as part of his punishment. She’s *extremely* strict, and everyone knows I can’t stay mad for more than like a minute. Or even if I am mad, I’ll still be too nice. It’s stupid. But it’s better that he’s not here right now. It’d kill me to have to try and be mad at him until Wednesday when my parents get home. :P I’m no good at discipline. I’m no good at life.
Please someone poor whiskey down my throat while I sit here and cry.