I swear, my kids know just how to sabotage a good weekend. All I wanted was to go out to dinner tonight and then pick out a pumpkin at the church down the road. All I asked of the kids was to clean their rooms before we went. Emily has been in their all weekend and still doesn't have one side clean. I spent six hours in my room yesterday deep cleaning and today Brendan is in there watching TV, sitting on my bed, messing up the comforter.
We have had one "fun" weekend that I can remember. Thing is, I don't think they had to clean their rooms that weekend. I just get so down that they don't have any respect for me. They just don't care. How did I raise these kids who don't care about anyone except themselves?
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