I Hate You.

My children have reached the age that I’ve become hated on a regular basis. It doesn’t really bother me. My infractions range from not allowing them to watch videos until their brains drool out their ears to requesting that they carry their own backpacks in from the car and eat the dinner prepared rather than make their own meal of pop-tarts and chocolate chips.

Clearly I am a monster.

On a recent trip to the dentist all the girls “failed” their exams and by the time we walked out the door they were all worked into a tizzy over fears of what terrible appointment might come next (also apparently you shouldn’t guzzle lime juice ’cause it’s bad for your enamel- who knew. Sorry Clara!). We dashed across the street anyway and made a quick run through Walgreen’s where I stocked up on essentials for myself (notebooks and chocolates, you know, some days I feel more like a writer than others) and where I refused to buy the girls giant pillow/stuffed animals. Clearly we were there for my wants, not theirs. But it was going to be okay because next we headed for ice cream. Because that’s what we do after the dentist. Is it logical. No. Were we all starving. Yes. Do we all need a reward after the dentist. Yes. And apparently it’s better than drinking lime juice (seriously, who thinks of that? No kid, no more lime juice for you- it’ll wreck your enamel. Actually, who’s kid drinks lime juice straight out of the bottle? This whole problem is totally perplexing me.).

In the drive thru we had a major melt down from two of the three girls that involved yelling at me because the flavor of the day was bad (and also there was no lemon ice for the lime juice lover so that was probably a blessing in disguise) and crying because the other one “just can’t decide!”

So, meanest mother in the world that I am I canceled our ice cream order. Because, really girls, never yell at the person buying you ice cream. This is an important life lesson that needed to be learned. However I did order a family size fries, because there is a fine line between setting limits and torturing you, yourself, the mother and this was a meltdown that needed french fries thrown at it if I ever saw one (Also, I was hungry).

Jane, affronted that we were getting HOT french fries (she hates hot food, I’ve yet to get the concept that cooking requires heat across to her but if you have ideas please let me know), demanded her ice cream and fell to pieces when it was explained that there would be no ice cream.

“I hate you! And I hate you! And you! I hate EVERYONE! And I hate EVERYTHING! … except that stuffed animal…”

My giggles at her outburst didn’t help.

But the french fries did.

We were all forgiven by the time we made it home.

This is a picture from this summer that has nothing to do with the blog post. This is largely because I can’t get my new computer to show me thumbnails of my photos and instead I have hundreds of identical icons to choose from.  All help appreciated!

Moral of the story:

Never underestimate the power of fresh french fries and the evils of lime juice. 

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13 comments on “I Hate You.

  1. jenanita01 says:

    From one much hated mother to another, don’t worry about it… they love you really!

  2. Don’t worry, they’ll love you when they have kids of their own and want you to babysit!

  3. barbtaub says:

    It’s like reliving my life. I remember going through Chez Mac’s drive-thru to get one large package of fries to share. Child #1 hated me because she couldn’t have her own fries. Child #2 hated me on general principle because she did everything Child #1 did. Child #3 hated me because I wouldn’t let him have ketchup. Just ketchup. (I think Chez Mac puts something addictive in their ketchup—I’m guessing crack cocaine.) Then they all hated me because for some reason, the fries came with a giant well of ketchup poured over them, and I told the kids they couldn’t eat it in the car but would instead have to wait until we got home. That five blocks drive-o-hatred to our house was the longest ever lived.

    Good times.

    • Jessie says:

      I love how children think their mothers can send secret messages to people they have never met just so that they can sabotage their kids lives. Secretly convincing that server to put ketchup on the fires… how dare you! 😀

  4. Pat Eloranta says:

    I’m assuming you are on Window 10?:

    Open File Explorer.
    Click on the View tab.
    Click Options to open Folder Options.
    Click on the View tab.
    Make sure to clear the check mark for the Always show icons, never thumbnails option.

    • Jessie says:

      I am on windows 10 and I’ve done the thing you suggested and now when I open up a folder the thumbnail images flash at me for a split second before they are replaced with the icons. I think it’s taunting me, this new computer has a mean streak…

  5. Widdershins says:

    Just wait, ‘Grandma’s Revenge’ will someday, in the not too distant future, be yours, to wreak as you will. 😀

  6. I’ve been hated by my kids but never my dogs!

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