These kids need Jesus, and considering I’m an atheist that is saying something. I am not into that “boys will be boys” bullshit so I’m not going to limit this blog post to being a boy mom. Girls fuck shit up to, ya’ll. I said what I said.
So the boys have their own rooms, but end up sleeping together every night anyways. Smalls is always crawling into bed with his big bro. So I had the genius idea to combine their beds into one room and turn the other into a playroom. Sounds awesome, right?
That was YESTERDAY. Let me say it again- fucking yesterday- and today there is a hole in the wall and scuff marks in the playroom. Again- I completely understand why animal eat their young sometimes.
This on top of the Pet Sematary of broken toys we have that are constantly in some state of repair. If I bury them will they come back to haunt the kids and teach them to take care of their shit? I am now seriously considering this option. And it’s totally understandable why they are always broken- the only way they play is toy death matches that involve SO. MUCH. SCREAMING. Don’t try and tell them there is more ways to play with their toys than smashing and crashing- believe me, I’ve tried.
Someone take these children. I wonder if the zoo has any vacancies……