I am struggling again. My girls are being absolutely awful. They won’t pick up after themselves – I’m not just talking normal messiness. This is a whole other level. I went to trivia last night and came home to a complete disaster in the kitchen. They’d made pancakes and there was flour and sugar all over the counter, chocolate chips and batter spilled on the floor, and every single dish and pan in the kitchen was filthy. Like dripping batter all over the sides of things, twelve utensils used to mix things filthy. It was gross. And it’s like this constantly. Nothing I do, nothing I say makes a particle of difference. I’ve tried rewards. I’ve tried punishment. I’ve tried talking. I’ve tried nagging. I’ve tried yelling. Nothing. I’m sick of this. I feel like I’m beating my head against a wall and I’m tired of it. So fucking tired. I can’t stand to be around them. They are miserable creatures to be around. They are rude to me, rude to everyone, really. They know everything. According to them, I know nothing. I’m a terrible mother and I don’t do anything for them. Teenagers are like this. I get that. This is so different to what I hear from other parents of kids this age, though.
I had to have a lock installed on my bedroom and I’ve had to move all but 3 plates there because they wouldn’t bring dirty dishes down from their rooms. When they did bring them down, after literally weeks of me pitching a fit, the dishes were so disgusting, so covered in mold, that I had to throw them out. That? Is not normal.
At the moment, I want to leave and never come back. I hate this life.
Major Bedhead 