I went to pick up Number 2 at 10 PM on Monday, and I will still ticked. I was ticked that she pushed and pushed and pushed, and I was ticked that I blew my top and got in trouble for it. I was ticked that my other kids were ticked that I was letting her get away with bad behavior. The fact that Number 2 was late just added to my annoyance. It was enhanced when Number 2 whined that they were in the middle of something, and that my 10 PM deadline inconvenienced them. I had had enough.
The first thing I did was ask for the phone. She asked if she could delete the text messages first, and I said no. Hardly a word was spoken the whole way home. There was a reason she was so anxious to delete the messages. Actually, two. First, there were almost 200 messages on the phone. The kid had the phone for nine hours, and had 200 texts! Incredible! (I checked the online phone log a few hours ago, and she sent and received almost 300 texts in those nine hours!) This while she was spending time with a friend she hadn’t seen in a long long time. How do you spend time with someone when you are busy texting everyone else? Some of the texting was with the friend she was with! So, I am sitting next to someone, and I am so distracted texting others, that that friend has to communicate with me via text. There is something so wrong with that….
Second, I read the texts that my child was so eager to delete, and was not at all pleased with the content. There was a discussion about breast sizes. There was a discussion about how “far” one of her friends went. This is completely inappropriate for a teenage girl. Of course, I had it thrown in my face that I talk about things like that, but I am a forty-something man, and not a teenage girl. Huge difference!
The phone has now been passworded. The other three of my “big four” know the password, so they can use it for what it was intended – to call me, their mother, or their sister without having to use minutes.
Because of my overall irritation, and because Number 2 was late, by the time we got home, I almost went to bed. Almost. Except Number 1 kept reminding me that we needed some groceries and I needed to go get them. Good thing that I did….
dad yes this is true about Number 2 im glad you finally seeing it.
Number 4, you being the brat that whined and looked like you were about to cry after being out ALL DAY and dad came in and told you to do your chore instead of watching some stupid tv show? Ha. Um, right. Your opinion does not matter in this category. SO sorry.
And you dad. You ready for this one? Too bad. I was eager to delete them because I knew if I didn’t that, since you have no life, would read them. I don’t care if you read the ones about how far one of my friends went, you already knew. I’d talked to you about it. And the ones about breast? Inside joke father. Why would I discuss something like that? That’s perverted. aka: your category. And by the way, I didn’t text her while she was next to me. Never happened. You can’t write a blog about me if you are going to write lies. I texted her to find out when she was going to get there. Then she texted me to tell me she was right down the road, and that is when the text with her stopped. The only person I texted while I was with her was Brian. And that was because he asked me to tell her something (her phone was dead) and so I was the pass between with her and him. Nothing wrong with that. Oh, you as well failed to mention of how you had screamed at me that the whole reason that V was in the hospital with her gall bladder issues was, obviously, my fault. I would like to point out that I made you do nothing. You could’ve invited her to the 4th of July thing. I reeeeeally don’t care. I was just making a point that it was hypocritical of you to say “this is family day” and then try to invite someone that was not family. You just countered yourself.
And by the way, I was, quite literally, two minutes late. Deny it all you want. I looked at the clock. When we pulled out of the parking lot, it was 10:05pm. You sir, exaggerate just a bit.
And considering how you are late to just about everything that’s not important to you but is to us, you have no room to say anything.
ummm, no 2, your the brat, you sit your big butt down and text and use up dads minutes just so he will take texting off!! Im the brat? Your spitefull little craphead
no no 2 your a spiteful little craphead and used all dads minutes so you could text so you are in no place to talk about someone else being a brat!