If You Can't Say Something Nice...

Part 2 - If you've not read "Not My Finest Hour" a couple of posts back...stop now, scan down, read that first...then return here. If you have read "Not My Finest Hour", then you need to know this is the next morning...right after the girls were picked up for school...

I walk into the bathroom, where my husband is in the shower...

Me: Do you know what your oldest daughter (H) just said to me?

Paul: What?

Me: I told her not to wear the sweatshirt she had on so I could wash it. She said, "It's not a sweatshirt, it's a hooded jacket." Ummm, no it's not...it's a sweatshirt...a Gap hoodie zip-up sweatshirt! I just said, "Whatever." And then do you know what else she said?

Paul: What?

Me: I asked K (younger sister) to find her stripped shirt to wear to school...she did, waded up in H's drawer. Not only is it a shirt that should be hung up...but when K put it on, it was dirty! I mean like food on the sleeve kind of dirty. So I asked H why in the world would she put dirty clothes in her drawer? And she said, (in a know it all sassy voice), "Well, you TOLD me to put the clothes away that were on the steps." UGHHHH!!! Why does she do stuff like that????!???

Paul: So, what's her consequence?

Me: (annoyed to be questioned on my sub-par parenting skills) Well...Ummm...her consequence is that I like K better than I like her...that's her consequence!!! (playing on the drama from the night before)

Paul: (in a really sarcastic voice) Oh, Okay...

Me: (beginning to rant) And now I'm picking up wet towels from the floor! I haven't even taken a shower yet, but there's wet towels to be picked up. I wonder who's towels these are? And do you think you could strike a match in here? Or get the dirty clothes actually in the basket, instead of RIGHT beside it?

Paul: Ummm...is there anything else positive you'd like to say?

Me: (really annoyed) YES! One of K's fish died this morning and I just had to flush it!

Paul: Lucky Fish...