Was trying to remember the last time I actually screamed at the top of my lungs. This morning!!! When I went to bed last night, 2 teenagers had permission to sleep over. Usually, morning is my best time. I absolutely adore waking up. This morning, I got up, walked in my kitchen, found a sink full of dishes. Went to throw some trash away, could not find the trash can. Made a "walk" through the house. More teenagers than were allowed. I then opened my refrigerator to find deli meat I had just purchased for the week, gone, except 1 slice of ham. The whole loaf of bread was down to the ends. The croissants I had purchased for a dinner date this week was half gone. So, I went to get a cigarette to relieve my stress. One left from the pack I had just purchased. Went back in the kitchen and screamed. I stood there screaming at the top of my lungs. My son woke up, "mom, what's wrong?". My daughter came running in the kitchen, saying, "you just need to calm the fuck down". No, wrong words to say to a worn out mom. I told her she needed to turn around and walk away from me right now. Her brother intervened and told her to get away from me. She did. A few minutes later, she came into my bedroom offering money to repay. I explained to her that it wasn't about the money. It was about respect. You do not "help" yourself when you are a guest. You wait to be invited. You do not bring in more friends when mom goes to bed.
The thought actually did cross my mind while "taking in" all that had occurred, to pack up her things, and drive her to her father's office and leave her with him for the summer, like she's suppose to do. As my son pointed out before to me, "mom, take her to dad's, then she'll see how good she's got it". Instead, I left a note for her, telling her, her bedroom and bathroom had better be sparkling clean by the time I get home.
Later I drove to work with Annie Lennox "take me to the river" blaring, with windows down, singing at the top of my lungs.
I was fine when I arrived at work. Later in the day, my daughter called to tell me she was sorry and they all understood. They said they would replace what they took. I came home to find her room and bathroom sparkling clean for the first time in a very, very long time.
My son called me to tell me that he had accidentally broke my flower pot on the front porch. He said there was no way in hell he was going to tell me this morning! He said when he came home last night, there were 8 teenagers here. He ran off the 2 guys. He also told his sister, when he saw that they had eaten all the food that I was going to be mad, especially the croissants. His sister replied, "no, she won't". He laid in bed laughing this morning as the screaming took place.
Ohhh my, the life of a single mom!
