So far I have two major pieces of furniture moved out of the office and I would have done more but I had to spend the last hour of my evening holding my six-year-old's hand while she cleaned up after herself. I honestly don't know where I went wrong with that one. She will clean-up after herself for everyone but me. What I hate even more is that if I want to punish her, I end up punishing myself. No trip to the pool for her means no trip for me. No movies or games means her head up my ass all day long. This is what I hate about motherhood. You can't just live by your own whims, you are a constant slave to the whims of other, immature and less reasonable whims. Gag me. I think I need a nanny -- not to do all the fun stuff with the kids like most people pay nannies to do, but to punish them and make them stare at a wall for two hours while I go have fun in the pool. That would be ideal parenting in my world. "Oops. You fucked up. We'll talk about it when I get back from having fun!"
<sigh>
If only.
So I guess tomorrow I'll get the rest of the furniture moved since it looks like lap swimming, diving for rings, giving piggy back rides, and having splash contests is not in my future. Somebody shoot me. I really hope this hurts her more than it hurts me.
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