My teenagers were extremely crappy last night for the first night of Hanukkah. Beyond crappy. Rude. Rude to their mother. Off the charts.
Acts and things said that would have gotten me the back of my mother’s hand. My dad would have punched me.
I walked off and thought. Then went to sleep. And dreamed.
So today, they were late to school because I had them take all the Hanukkah gifts back to the various stores. This including a much-coveted Playstation 5 that went back to WalMart that I somehow accidentally scored.
Everything. Things not yet given. They will box the mail-order stuff Sunday. It’s currently in the truck on my car. Includes a GeForce 3080 Videocard, if someone wants to make an offer.
I’m on the edge of turning their college funds into a beach house.
I made the kids stand in line, hand the item over, while crying, weeping, and gnashing teeth. The reason for return: the child is an ungrateful twit.
Apparently, this is bad.