Beware

This is a venting post......

This is how I feel today.  I posted this on my facebook page already, but still had to vent.  I am absolutely sick of my kids.  As horrible as it makes me feel, and how guilty it makes me feel, I can't stand them the last couple of days.

Rachel's whining, crying, clinging, mouthiness.  She can't just go to bed at night without making a huge production out of it.  Crying because her books fall out of her bed, or because her sippy cup is making a noise (whatever that means), or because I only said good night one bazillion times, not two. 

Jonah's getting mad and frustrated with me because I want him to check in every 2 hours when he is with his friends skateboarding down the street.  "Well if my phone was working I could just call you!"  Hey buddy, I didn't have a phone when I was your age and I managed a way to check in with my parents.  Or him getting upset with me because I tell every time he leaves "No drugs, smoking, drinking, porn, sex, or going across main street."  Deal with it Dude, I am going to say these things to you until you move out of my house.  Probably after that too.

Jeremy's attitude altogether.  He is just mean lately.  I imagine working the grave shift doesn't help, but please you don't have to be an ass every waking minute.  I get frustrated because he will eat the last of everything without thinking of anyone else.  He will yell at Rachel because she is too loud.  He will tell me to turn down my TV/radio when he is playing video games because they are too loud.  How old are you man, 60?  Plus today he came into my office to get something and he obviously hadn't brushed his teeth.  I asked him if he did and he just leaned closer and breathed on me.  I WANTED TO KICK HIS ASS!

I am not liking the mom job today.  I am not looking forward to going home after work.  My only ME time is the 10 minutes in the shower in the morning, the 3 minutes to work after I drop Jonah off at school, and the 5 minutes home after work. 

Yes, I am having a pity party.  Yes I know it will all blow over.  Yes, I do love my kids.  But my hell I need a vacation and a big bottle of xanax.