I used to beat
the crap out of that kid, take his lunch money, and go buy a sausage - and - pepper slice with it.
Not exact matches
First order
of business after dealing with all
of my personal
crap is getting back on track with the blog, getting the 30 + recipes I have sitting on my computer, and finishing
out my «Fit
Kids Breakfast & Lunch» series for the 2016 - 2017 school year!
They don't consciously choose their marriage and their spouse; they stay in sexless, loveless, unhappy marriages that are full
of anger and contempt because
of the
kids or because they're afraid
of what they'll lose in a divorce or
out of lethargy or because they value commitment over their spouse — thus they can treat him or her like
crap but still feel proud that they're keeping their commitment.
For some reason, we forget that
kids are, well,
kids, and they'll do whatever they damn well please, whether or not it embarrasses the
crap out of mom and dad.
I would advice that No parent bring there children to this Daycare it is Pure Nasty roaches are everywhere they actually are dining with the children during lunch time, the mats that the
kids nap on or stored in a
out of order rest room storage closet, they almost never sanitize, and
kids stay sick with lice, hand, foot, and mouth high fevers etc, not to mention they Do nt provide
kids with a well balanced meal «ask to see menu» upon tour, they also have one
of the highest turn over as far as the teachers goes» no experience «needed to care for your child, they are literally there to babysit,
kids do nt learn a thing and are treated like
crap, so while the price may be durable does this sound like somewhere you would want to send your love ones?
When your
kids talk back, when they are defiant, when they give up, when they retaliate, when break shit, when they beat the
crap out of their siblings, when they do all the things that drive us batshit crazy over and over and over and over again, even though it seems like it, they are not doing all that stuff to be assholes.
The
kids very often get so frustrated with each other that after they ask whoever is bugging the
crap out of them to stop in as civil a way as possible.
Last week was Sausage's school disco and it's kind
of a tradition that I always go along and help
out, usually on the stall which sells all the novelty neon
crap that the
kids absolutely lap up.
And the reason I keep sharing this stuff is because I think we all very often find ourselves in the situation where our
kids may be fine when we are in the room watching their every move like a drill sergeant, but as soon as we leave, within minutes, or sometimes even seconds, they are either beating the
crap out of each other or destroying something or attempting to do something they know they aren't allowed to do, or they aren't taking responsibility for their actions or their homework or their belongings or whatever, and we want to rip our fucking hair
out and we say over and over an over again, Why can't you just do the right thing for once???
Is this reality too much
of a political taboo that we prefer to find correlations with all other kinds
of crap to blame for how
kids are turning
out?
Anyway, two
of the things that have really got me feeling like I'm emptying the Pacific with a ladel is the number
of times I ask my
kids to do the same fucking thing over and over and over again and the fact that as soon as I leave the room, my
kids start doing things they know they aren't supposed to or intentionally bugging the
crap out of each other until they are inevitably beating the shit
out of each other.
Yesterday my
kids were totally sucky and pushing my every button and beating the
crap out of each other and I went off on them in the car and told them that things were going to change.
I used to watch the
crap out of the tape as a little
kid.
And maybe someone will catch a glimpse
of it, or you'll post a giant picture
of it and hashtag the
crap out of it (crazy
kids) but for the most part you bought it because YOU love it and you want that extra secret layer
of cute.
CRAP there was one scene that pulled every bit
of emotion
out of me and it was the
kid who pulled it off.
The Exorcist, just because it was the first really scary movie I saw as a
kid and it scared the
crap out of me!
and in New York they are laying off teachers and closing schools (so how is opting -
out helping) my
kid will opt
out and next year we should have every
kid opt -
out — the data we get from the first year will help us in getting rid
of all this
crap — and then what do we replace it with??
I've always been someone who has loved adventure sports, but for some reason, ever since I was a
kid — bungy jumping has ALWAYS scared the
crap out of me.
Hhhhoioooooooollllllllyyyyy
crap yeeeeeesssss I played the hell
out of this game as a
kid... 6 hour dungeons?
However, I had so much fun just beating the
crap out of random emo
kids that I couldn't... stop... playing.
Whether it's freebies handed
out at a conference,
kids coming home from school with mountains
of loose papers and crafts, or stores offering irresistible deals that your frugal self can not ignore, keeping the world's
crap at bay — and
out of your house — requires constant vigilance.
I don't have to put up with my husband not doing his fair share
of the housework (actually, we were both equally
crap at that), not being involved enough as a parent (erm, I was the one being caned for not doing enough craft with the
kids), leaving his fingernail clippings piled on the arm
of the sofa (geez that used to get on my goat) and hogging the bed covers (that wasn't a problem either, he was a lizard shivering under the doona while I constantly had a bare leg sticking
out to cool down).