Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Mommy Evil ruins the day

Ah, the injustice of it all... 13 doesn't officially come upon us until June 1, but I fear it is already rearing it's ugly (and pimply) head. My almost 13 year old slammed out of the house this morning at 6:50 AM, technology-less, in high dudgeon and full of righteous anger at the unjust treatment meted out by Mommy Evil. That'd be me, just in case you were wondering. 

Apparently the  almost, sullen teenager (hah) and presently obnoxious pre teen felt robbed when I made him give back his brother's headphones. Bratty -not -quite -teenager seems to feel it is one of his inalienable rights to steal his siblings' ipod earbuds and take them to school. Snotty tantrum complete with eye rolling and snide, under the breath whispered comments ("mutter mutter dumbass mutter mom mutter mutter"), ensued when said pre-teen was kindly instructed, in my usual level, calm,  dare I say dulcet, tones to leave the earbuds home, darling. 

Now.on several levels this of course raises one's suspicion and alarm. First, they let you use ear buds at school? During class? Really? Second, your little sibs let you use their earbuds EVERY DAY without you having to ask permission? Hmmmmmm....... Third, wait - you are basically stealing them every morning? You know that taking something without asking is stealing, and if you threaten or punch for it then what you are actually doing is mugging your little brother and little sister? And YOU complained to ME about being bullied at school? And you know that stealing is wrong? How is this not theft? Fourth, I bought multiple sets for the littles but not EVER single PAIR for you? Not a single one? Ever? Wow that really is not fair. No, nothg to do with the fact that you have broken or lost every other pair I have loaned you including the ones that came with your own ipod plus a replacement pair?  

Fifth yes, right now I certainly do like them better than I like you. Yes, I do. Big sigh, door slam, feet stomping through the gravel as bratty preteen hikes  a brutal 1/10th of a mile, downhill, and in the sunshine to greet his day. His testosterone-induced cloud follows him out the door and is cut off by the house shaking from the strength of the slamming door. Gonna be a long teenage time, I fear.

I should probably stock the liquor cabinet. And lock it. 

Regards, 

Mommy Evil