I've been away for quite a while I know.  Long story!  Can't make it short.  Someday I will share some of what is going on in my life.  But until then you can listen to me rant.  Yay! fun, right??? What has got me ticked lately.  Everything.  I'm a raging, hormonal, psychotic bi-otch.  I hate being so judgemental over people and things that are none of my business. I have no frickin right.  NONETHELESS....I am. 

It's not my job and certainly not my right to be the morality police or the expert on child rearing.  But I just get so ticked off when I see the way some people are raising their kids.  I ask you?  Why would you allow a 13 year old child to cuss you out. Knowingly, blatantly skip school at least once a week.  And call his little 2 year old brother a f****r right in front of you.  Okay, I say allow because it goes on.  No punishment, no restrictions.  Just a lot of yelling and threats, but never any reprecussions for the child.

I will admit to being the queen of guilty mothering & I'm not perfect.  Some mother is probably speaking of me saying, "Why would anyone let their child keep their room messy & not force them to do their chores everyday?"  Yep, I know.  I screw up royally at times.  I've just never allowed cussing me or screaming at me.  I've never been violent, but I've been evil and consistent and firm.  I will not tolerate "backtalking".  In the instance that it becomes a blatant disregard for me as a person.  I do however allow my kids to negotiate or state their own opinions, etc.  And I have said some pretty harsh things when pushed to the brink of insanity.  But for the most part, I've just stated..."You will not be allowed to speak to me that way....EVER!" 

And now that my girls are 15 and 17, I never have to say anything about the way they speak to me.  They speak to me freely and openly and confront me with their problems and issues.  And they seem to respect me, but who knows.  I just feel extremely blessed and satisfied.  And a few dirty dishes and some dirty socks on the floor can't ruin that.  Now if I can just get to that point with my 9 year old daughter (the mouth on wheels) and my 4 year old son (heck on wheels).  This should be fun.  Hopefully, I will still have some hair left and won't be residing in a nice facility (wearing a pretty white jacket) by that time!