I’ve been trying to write a blog for a couple of days now, but I have come up short. I have a lot that I want to say, but I haven’t had a lot of time to properly get my thoughts out. Case in point, I have exactly 15 minutes to write this entry. After that, finished or not, I need to hop in the shower and start getting ready for work. Free time is something that has been lacking lately.
I severely butted heads with Snoochie yesterday. In a metaphoric sense, not a physical sense or we’d be at the doctor’s right now. The whole thing came about over a bag of marshmallows. To Snoochie, it was probably about injustice and marshmellows. To me, however, it was about Snoochie’s endless list of demands and that she shows zero appriciation.
I’m the one that feels like she has no appreciation for all that I do. I bought her a whole new wardrobe RIGHT AFTER Christmas because she refused to wear what was in her dresser. I’ve spent $200 + on her puppy. The dog was $200, but every time I go to the store I pick up toys, food, or whatever the next supply on the list is. I buy minutes for her brand new phone to the tune of $45 a month. She doesn’t have to have a phone. It’s a toy & a reoccuring expense. She is 11. She can’t pay for her own phone bill. That’s where my wallet comes into play. So my case is I do ALL this for her and she’s always demanding one more thing… like marshmellows. So I spazzed. I’ve been the one cleaning her room DAILY for her, not mentioning when she faild to do her ONE chore (the dishes), constantly grooming her hair, running all over creation becausr she decided on an impromptu sleep over with her friends, but needs her medication.
Yup, that’s me. Unappriciated mom griping in my blog because my kid asked for a bag of marshmallows and claimed I never do anything for her.
I guess my 15 minutes are up.