THE WORST

These kids are the worst.  THE WORST.  Or maybe I'm the worst.  Or maybe there are too many of them.  Or maybe I am too old?  I don't know but my LORD.  It can't be like this all the time, I'll never make it.  One is worst than the next.  Tonight I met Mike and the girls at Chik Fil A and we had dinner and then we went to Target to get Veronica a new backpack because they are FINALLY on clearance.  As an aside, all of September they would have a few backpacks on clearance but these were the tags - it would say CLEARANCE! - was $13.99 NOW $12.49!  UM, that is not a good deal, Target!  Anyway, we had a hard time at Target, they want this, they want that, they want toys, they want Halloween Candy, they want they want they want they want they want.  Maria and Veronica were climbing on the freezers, just general jerkitude.  Felicity was so bad when she realized that we were leaving without MORE for her that she started screaming and screaming and Mike had to roll her out as soon as I was finished unloading the cart.  Maria was crying and yelling when we got home because I wouldn't let her go play at the neighbor's house.  It was 7:00 and they go up to bed at 7:45, mind you, NOR was she invited, it wasn't even a thing!  Screaming and yelling, just constant noise, it's endless.

Veronica decided she wanted feetie pajamas, she started bugging me about it at Target.  I pointed out that it was actually still kind of warm and balmy out and her room got very stuffy and she went on and on and on (and on) about how cold she was at night!  I said Veronica, you never even sleep with covers, they are always kicked off!  She said I know!, those covers come off and I am fweezing!  FWEEZING!  Waaaaahhhhh more crying, so like a JERK I went out to the laundry room and got her two options out of the winter clothes, which I haven't switched out yet because today it was 80 degrees.

Then Felicity wants Mike's iPad.  I say we are going to bed in 14 minutes but Maria and Veronica are watching something, she is not interested in it, whatever, he gets it, she has it.  Finally it's time to go to bed so we go up, Veronica is screaming and crying so I carry her, which is TERRIBLE because I have a bum knee and she is just awkward and heavy - she's too old for it.  I just want the night to be over, I just want to sit on the couch with ice on my knee, and the only way to make that happen is to get them up to bed.  That was over an hour ago and Mike just went up AGAIN, so see?, we have to start it all early because they don't go to sleep for so long.  They are relentless demons and I am so, so sick of it.

Are they the only ones like this?  Is it me?  Do we spoil them?  I don't know and I don't want to know.  They're pretty good in school.  Other people seem to like them.  I don't know.  I DON'T KNOW and I hate not knowing, I hate being so bad at this stupid job for so long.  PS I quit.