I’m just breathing…..
To be perfectly honest, I don’t know how much writing will get done tonight. The Bandit has plucked my last nerve. By tomorrow I fully expect you can begin referring to me as “The Defendant”. There is no point in telling you the exact infraction that has caused the escalation of my heart rate, but the fact of the matter is, the child has no skill in self preservation. He was caught doing something he has been expressly forbidden to do, and was in major trouble for doing it just last week. This time when I caught him, he laughed at me. LAUGHED AT ME. And now, I sit writing this while sitting on towels because all the furniture is wet. He has been put to bed while the sun is still shining. Of course, he has gotten out of bed any number of times and each time I catch him, I’ve taken away more toys. By the end of the night, the boy will not own one single thing. My bed is covered with Matchbox cars, dinosaurs and horses.
Needless to say, I’m not in any mood to write about love and romance. This is the trouble with trying to write with kids. Or with anyone else with in a 100 yard radius.
I think I hear him up now. I just hope that you will all visit me on Sundays and bring me cigarettes to barter.