But when I get pissed...well, I stay pissed for awhile.
So far this year has been many small occurrences of bullshit timed to keep me pissed at regular intervals.
Being that I never had children of my own, I was
Don't get me wrong, I like these kids. Hell, I grew up with them. (JOKE). But someone else's children will never feel like your child, and anyone who tells you different is psychotic or has entirely too much estrogen coursing through their body.
First off, if everyone had to raise someone else's children from about 11-18, and by raise I mean feed, clothe, and shelter, but not have a damn say so or opinion about a 15 year old that sneaks out fucking constantly, the world would have ceased existing millennia ago.
I am the type of women who sees a train wreck and asks herself, what could I have done to prevent it. This is not a favorable trait to have if you have step kids, at least not in my situation.
It's not like I have had any say in what they are and aren't allowed to do, but I am a damn fixer. I see something not functioning or not reaching it's potential, AND I HAVE TO FUCKING FIX IT.
And in case you were wondering, this shit doesn't work with a teenager. Like, at all.
I was never a lazy teenager, and I worked my ass off. My parents nor my grandparents would have tolerated much else, and yes, I would have got my ass busted otherwise.
In this barren woman's opinion on what's wrong with this world, let me sum it up for you in one sentence:
QUIT BREEDING IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO DISCIPLINE THESE DAMN KIDS.
I mean it. Quit coddling these little brats. Jesus, we are raising a country of pussies. And I mean every damn word of this, and I don't care who gets mad. It was on the news the other night that yelling at your child during disciplining them is harmful to their psyche. You know what else is harmful to their psyche? Growing up to be a crybaby loser. Stop buying them all this shit! You know what? I grew up kinda poor, so you know what that made me do? Not want to be poor anymore. So I busted ass to put myself through college, and I appreciate all the shit that I have. Make these kids stay home if they can't be trusted to be out. If they get lippy, take that damn iPhone and XBox away! It's not rocket science people, and I can say this with 100% certainty, because I have seen imbeciles raise well-behaved children.
Dear God, I hope my ovaries really have jumped off a cliff.