The One Where I Address my Children

Dear Children,
So far you have spent the past 3 weeks giving me nothing but grief.  Every time I’ve asked you to help me pack it’s actually ended up with me battling you and fighting with you.  It’s taken Ceilidh 3 weeks to pack her bedroom and I’m still waiting for her to finish. I don’t have time to help you because you’ve made me have to repeatedly stop my own work to referee your bickering, fighting and out right nasty attitudes towards each other and it’s put me behind my own schedule.
We only have today and tomorrow left to finish packing my bedroom, the last of the dishes in the kitchen, the storage room, the bathroom and Ceilidh’s bedroom.
Please can you just suck it up for 2 more days and help me out because I’m emotionally exhausted, I’m in physical pain, first from a cut on my heel which just doesn’t want to heal and my back which I twisted while moving some boxes.  I’m tired because all day everyday I’ve been packing, looking after Devlin and when I ask you guys to help me out with him, you use him as an excuse to sit and watch TV or slack off from whatever else you’re supposed to be doing.
2 days, can we just work and get it all done, please!

Your Mom


About katastrophes1

Kat is a 20 something girl stuck in a 40 something body. Mom to 3 kids, tormented and amused by 3 crazy dogs. Amateur photographer, self taught crochet junkie. Thinker of crazy thoughts. Where do they come from? Who knows where thoughts occur, they just happen!
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