It's like my brothers take everything I say as the only thing that they have to listen to. I tell them not to go in one room and they go into another room EVEN IF I have previously told them NOT to. Take, for example, today
I walked into my room to meet a $50 sound card and a bunch of my favorite CDs all broken up with a hammer (I know which sound card it was because I can make out the remnants of the name as being one of them, that and I stepped on the metal slot part that screws into the case when I walked in), all that was shattered into a thousand pieces and then mixed up with my coke (and beer) tab collection, and this concoction was strewn about the floor.
Just a few short hours earlier, I was stressing to them how important it was that they do NOT enter the office (where my computers are) because it took me 3 hours to repair the damage to my hardware they did recently
SO, on a technicality, in that I never actually spoke the words, "Do not go into my room"... THEY GO INTO MY ROOM AND TEAR IT UP!
This happens every f!@$%!^ time! EVERY F!#(^%*! TIME!
I tell them not to enter my room, so they enter the office and F*(! everything up.
Next day, I tell them not to enter the office, SO THEY F(!*#%@ ENTER MY F!(#^!# ROOM AND F&*(!#% TEAR EVERY !%( @#!^ F*(#%^* THING I F(@#*%( HAVE IN MY F*(*#^! ROOM!
I tell them not to enter the office OR my room, so they work up a cry and get permission from someone else to let them freely enter whichever room I'm not in and tear it up.
AND THEN THEY WHINE AND CRY AND F!(#@@$ BITCH ABOUT HOW THEY DON'T WANT ME TO F(*!#!# GO INTO THEIR ROOM LOOKING THROUGH THEIR STUFF
AND THEY WHINE AND BITCH AND MOAN ABOUT HOW I DON'T LET THEM PLAY ANY COMPUTER GAMES ANY MORE!
GEE, I WONDER THE F!#^ WHY?!@#
I swear I am going to tear their tiny little heads off. I can hear it now. "Mom, dennis is being mean! He's making us pick stuff up and we don't wanna!"
"You're mean, you won't let us play computer games!"
"I hate you, Dennis! You're a big jerk!"
They will pull out every trick and they will pull out all the stops and they will use every line in the book and get mom's sympathy, and then I GET TO CLEAN THE MESS UP!
Please excuse me while the heat from my head builds up to an amount about a billion times stronger than a dozen antimatter bombs.
I walked into my room to meet a $50 sound card and a bunch of my favorite CDs all broken up with a hammer (I know which sound card it was because I can make out the remnants of the name as being one of them, that and I stepped on the metal slot part that screws into the case when I walked in), all that was shattered into a thousand pieces and then mixed up with my coke (and beer) tab collection, and this concoction was strewn about the floor.
Just a few short hours earlier, I was stressing to them how important it was that they do NOT enter the office (where my computers are) because it took me 3 hours to repair the damage to my hardware they did recently
SO, on a technicality, in that I never actually spoke the words, "Do not go into my room"... THEY GO INTO MY ROOM AND TEAR IT UP!
This happens every f!@$%!^ time! EVERY F!#(^%*! TIME!
I tell them not to enter my room, so they enter the office and F*(! everything up.
Next day, I tell them not to enter the office, SO THEY F(!*#%@ ENTER MY F!(#^!# ROOM AND F&*(!#% TEAR EVERY !%( @#!^ F*(#%^* THING I F(@#*%( HAVE IN MY F*(*#^! ROOM!
I tell them not to enter the office OR my room, so they work up a cry and get permission from someone else to let them freely enter whichever room I'm not in and tear it up.
AND THEN THEY WHINE AND CRY AND F!(#@@$ BITCH ABOUT HOW THEY DON'T WANT ME TO F(*!#!# GO INTO THEIR ROOM LOOKING THROUGH THEIR STUFF
AND THEY WHINE AND BITCH AND MOAN ABOUT HOW I DON'T LET THEM PLAY ANY COMPUTER GAMES ANY MORE!
GEE, I WONDER THE F!#^ WHY?!@#
I swear I am going to tear their tiny little heads off. I can hear it now. "Mom, dennis is being mean! He's making us pick stuff up and we don't wanna!"
"You're mean, you won't let us play computer games!"
"I hate you, Dennis! You're a big jerk!"
They will pull out every trick and they will pull out all the stops and they will use every line in the book and get mom's sympathy, and then I GET TO CLEAN THE MESS UP!
Please excuse me while the heat from my head builds up to an amount about a billion times stronger than a dozen antimatter bombs.