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SO, i am back. i'm enjoying my cookies and plan on being here for a while. why? my girls. they have driven me to the brick of the extreme. let me show you the evidence...
this has been what i've had to deal with for a month now. in my opinion, it is absolutely unacceptable and disgusting. i've asked nicely, rudely, demanded, screamed and even begged for them to clean their room.
and nothing. nadda. zip.
about three weeks ago, when i heard my girls messing around instead of cleaning like they were supposed to, i had had it. i was done. i made my way down to their room and began to put all their things in trash bags. this simple act brought on armageddon. no joke. the screaming, crying hysterically, throwing things, and the wonderful quotes of "I HATE YOU!" "YOU'RE THE MEANEST MOM ON EARTH!" and my personal favorite "WHY DO YOU HATE US SOOOOOO MUCH?!" (yes, life can't get better than that.) when my oldest declared that she wanted another mother and a different family, i willingly took her hand, escorted her up to the front door and shoved her out. closing and locking the door behind her.
it was at that point i made the call to their father. (which by the way, is the middle of the night for him.) where i promptly demanded he take his devil children to where he lives. he can deal with this crap. i was so ready to ship them off to anywhere but my house. seriously. so ready.
both my girls refused to talk with their father on the phone. (i reluctantly let elise back in the house.) mostly because they knew they were being total and utter snots. but eventually they did. it calmed them down and they apologized for saying hurtful things. (they weren't really hurtful to me. i didn't care.) i gave them the chance to pick two of their favorite things to keep and everything else was going.
and it did. see?
i've taken all my girls toys away before but i've always given them back. not this time. this time i took every single toy to the salvation army. and i don't regret that decision one bit.
my girls are not getting anything more. and they know it. oh, they've asked, and michelle has even pleaded but there is no way in hell i'm buying them anything again. end of this sad, pathetic story.
