can we just be fucking moved and settled and DONE already???
From the minute the kids woke up they have been fighting.
-don't let phoenix in my room...
-PHOENIX GET OUT OF MY ROOM
-MOM GET PHOENIX OUT OF MY ROOM."
-mom she hit me
-no i didn't
-yes you DID!
-it was just a little tap
-NO YOU WHACKED ME ACROSS THE FACE WITH THE TELEPHONE
-just a little bit
-MOM! MADELINE'S LYING!
-MOM! OLIVIA'S A CRYBABY!
-Girls. I am putting Phoenix to bed. Please eat your lunch, leave the dog alone and be quiet...
*loud shouting, running around the kitchen, dog barking incessantly, kids screaming at one another ensues...*
I promptly LOSE MY MIND and shout at the kids to "get in their rooms" and then rant and rave at jeff about the kids the second he walks through the door.
THEN! Jeff goes to work and I find a giant puddle of DOG PISS at the end of the hallway! Nice! So then I go to get the dog and he pisses ALL DOWN THE HALLWAY, ALL OVER ME, ALL OVER THE ALREADY PISSED ON SPOT. I am going to shoot the dog... well I would if I had a gun that is.
The house is fucking trashed. We're moving in two days. Nothing ever gets FINISHED. We do bits of something, move to the next thing, do a bit there... move on again. I just want it done. I AM DONE.
We have to go sign papers today at the lawyers and the monster children have to come with us. OH WHAT FUN. Just fucking shoot me now.