Another fucking day of watching the kids…. its almost 5:30pm the almost 2 yr old hasn’t shut up mouth in 30 minutes. I call my mom to ask where she’s at, she should be home already… she hears him in the background.
“What are you doing to them!” in a tone like I’m making him cry. Yeah like I want to hear him fucking cry for 30 minutes straight. Fuck that I hung up on her. She called back all mad to never hang up on her… yeah she never tells my 18yr old sister that, who ALWAYS TALKED SHIT when she lived here when she was mad, and ALWAYS hung up on her. I told my mom yesterday yeah I’m good enough to babysit but when it comes to other things its like I don’t fucking exist.
These kids are spoiled, and cry cause they know they will get what they want. I’m not babying them, I ain’t gonna jump when they cry cause I don’t let them grab the cats and throw them like rag dolls, or cause I wont give them a cookie so they can just throw it at the cats, or anything that I know, I KNOW they don’t really need.
I swear this is driving me insane. THEY BETTER ALL LEAVE Sunday as planned. I need a day, a whole fucking day ALONE. No kids, no crying, no bullshit!