And it’s not the crank caller currently working in a FEMA Construction Zone in Louisiana who kept calling me yesterday afternoon to play clips from Napoleon Dynamite–no I’m not kidding. Dude…GET A LIFE!
My children are spoiled ungrateful brats. Now, don’t get me wrong, for the most part they’re good kids, though as most kids go, they’re inherrently selfish. Especially my oldest child. My youngest is the semi-oblivious one who’s so easy to buy for because he’s just happy to have something to open even if he does know who Santa is *ahem*
Anyway the kids had this whole “I’ll give you my first born child”–no THANK YOU–”for an x-box” discussion and I was like well, I’ll think about it. So in the mean time #1 badgers #2 into agreeing, despite #2’s worries that I might not get anything for christmas if I spent all my money on an X-box. *Sigh*
#1 says #2 can have the playstation in his room if he’ll agree, draws up a contract and they both sign it. So I had decided against it but I hadn’t told them yet, when this box of clothes I’d ordered (prior to the convo) shows up and #1 has a fit cuz he’s not getting an X-Box and I’m thinking,”You selfish little :hushup: . You have NO IDEA how lucky you are that you can’t remember the christmas’ I had to go to Salvation Army for presents, or how lucky you are to be warm and have your own room and have a freaking HOME and CLOTHES and SHOES you ungrateful, hateful, horrible little child.” And I turned around and looked at him and said, “If you say one freaking word, I’m taking all your presents back.”
Apparently I went seriously wrong somewhere. :embarassed: