I have always been a no fun mom. I'm paranoid she's gonna get hurt, killed, snatched, or something else even worse. I have a strong sense of realism and know that someday I'm going to turn her out into the real-world and expect her to function as an adult I can respect. So imagine how mortified I was when we were walking home from the store and she tossed her grape stems on the street in front of some random house. We doubled back, but in a sudden loss of memory, she couldn't find her trash. I swear, it is a good thing we were in public or I probably would have slapped the flippant little bitch. We were just around the corner from our house. I told her to run home, and get her butt in bed and hope that I calmed down before her brother and I got there. So, now it's not yet 4pm, she is in bed for the day, and I am throwing out some of her toys to make a point about how it hurts when people disrespect our property. I'm not throwing out a lot, mostly just the Mr. Potato Head set that has been a thorn in my side from the day my husband wasted $20 at Costco on it.
I'm livid with the kid still. Really?? Just throwing trash on somebody's yard??? She's luck I only grabbed a grocery bag to toss her toys into. Or am I just being mean?
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