Yes, this is what my life has come to. I’m just that mean bitch who says “no” all of the time. I’ve totally fucked up dinner. The kitchen is trashed. Numbers 2 and 3 are whipping up a cookie concoction. Number 4 is just so hungry that he’s stealing the food that I was nibbling on before dinner. Number 1 is convincing me that he needs to go to the basketball game. I have a splitting headache because for some damn reason I thought it would be an awesome idea to start a job that is VERY noisy when I hate noise. I’m telling 4 to stop eating before dinner so that I can secretly eat when he’s not looking. He looks at me and says “You know what, Mom? I just don’t like you!”
Well, hell, I don’t like me either. I send him to his room to think about it. He comes out in 5 minutes, still pouting and proclaims “I don’t like you” again.
There’s no way to salvage this. McDonald’s it is. I’m going to bed.