If I drank, I would be drinking right now.
Southern Comfort to be specific. Lots of Southern Comfort.
Straight from the bottle, not a cup.
Because I am going to destroy all the cups.
Every. last. one. of. them.
My brain is injured. My ears are being tortured continually.
By the cups.
And the children.
The children are torturing the cups, and the cups in turn are torturing me.
It’s raining, I can’t escape to anywhere.
They follow me yelling “Muuuuuum! I learnt it! Look! Mum LOOOOOK!“
I feel like running as fast as I can, yelling “I’M NOT YOUR MUUUUUUM!”
Away from the insaneness of the freakin cups and the obsessed creatures that are my children!
Who the bloody hell in their right mind allows their teenage children to join Facebook?!
*hangs head in shame* Ones like me.
WHAT THE FLIPPIN HECK WAS I THINKING???!!!
I should have realised he would see things on there he would want to try!
And then he would pass on his new gained
knowledge obsession annoying un-talent onto the younger kids!
I’m all for them learning new things. But one has to question whether to tell the kids “That’s awesome”, or to tell them, “That’s freakin annoying, stop it or I will have to adopt you out”.
I listen to them sing. I watch them dance. I tell them the new hairstyle that I am holding myself back from fixing looks fabulous.
But the cups. The cups are my limit.
The line has been crossed.
Imagine this being done over and over again by the un-talented…
I dare you to show your kids.
I bet you’ll want to destroy all the cups too.