Vindication my ASS!

Well...it would seem all that blabber I did about Global Vindication was for naught! Woke up to a flippin frozen M-effin AC again! Yep...fuckin A frozen! So I'm going back to my original mechanical guesstimate and I'm saying it's the compressor! I called my husband and can you venture a guess as to what his response was? Yes, it sure the fuck was "I'll look at it when I get home"! To which I responded "Well you are fucking lucky I didn't waste your birthday present early!"........so yeah...back to rotting in the heat...kids seem to be in rotten moods, like all four of 'em are on the rag...just bickering about every little thing imaginable. "Maaa...she touched my pinky with her fork!" was the last squabble...I am so sick of this stupid game of them looking at each other and doing that I'm not touching you bullshit....so I chucked my flip flop at them and haven't heard from them in about 20 minutes. Calm down...it didn't hit them...just whizzed past their head close enough for them to get the hint that Mommy is no fucking mood for your shit right now.....she's hot! They'll re-emerge soon enough...this is their thing. They will waste half my day breaking up their wrestlemania and make me listen to their incessant whining of who is copying who and who's turn it is to pick the show and "she ate my cookie" and "she won't come to the bathroom with me!!" (which is one of my favorites...my sister used to make me sit on the bathtub and chit chat with her while she would take a shit, nasty..but then if I wanted company..nope...I was shitting solo...I was solo, solo...Jason Derullo (I can't get that fucking douche outta my head!))...ok, back on track... And then when they push me to my breaking point...they take cover...like some covert military operation...they take cover long enough for me to think the ambush is over...long enough for me to sit back and take a breath and calm my nerves, long enough for me to drop my guard...and in that time they get along like the best of friends, teammates really...like it's them against me...or better yet when I yell at one one of the other girls will swoop in as her protector and give me a look of disgust like 'how dare you yell at MY sister like that'..whatever! So yeah for now...they have retreated...they are actually sitting on the floor in their room playing Barbies, oh those poor poor Barbies, they are having nice little playtime...well...if you actually saw the way they were "playing" with the Barbies you'd think I was the head of some sick porn ring..I mean the things my 7 yr old makes her Barbies do...well let's just say her Barbies aren't getting into Heaven. Some of things she does with them I believe are illegal in a couple of states..She is umm..how do I put this...a whore, excuse me...she is not an actual whore persay but she probably will be. Hey...like I've said before...don't judge..I am just being realistic....she is gonna need to learn about protection a little earlier than most would like..but I'd much rather be the Mom who put her kid on birth control at 16 than be the Mom who's gonna  be a grandma at 45! You Moms out there must realize that your kids are gonna do the deed when they want whether they have your permission or not, right? We all did...did you guys have your Mom's permission?  I highly doubt it, unless you had my Mom and in that case you did have permission...and protection, LOL!!! Well...I'm just parenting the best way I know how...and it's more than likely not the right way or they way you would but it works for me and mine. When we were first married my husband and I spoke about all the things we wanted outta life and all the ways we would go about it...the top of our list then...and today....is honesty. Honesty with each other and with our kids...I tell my kids all the time..."No matter what it is or how bad it is tell me the truth, I may not like it..but I'll respect you for being honest and together we can fix it"...and if we can't fix it...we can always chuck a flip flop at it.... =o)