Today was hard.
I knew it was going to be.
Mr. Wonderful and I have a rule that if our kids get C's or below, they don't get to play video games. This has never been a problem but with the lack of effort I witnessed Pinocchio putting into his school work this semester, it was inevitable.
And the day we found out that he got a C was today.
What makes me crazy is that these rules have been set in stone for as long as I can remember so when Mr. Wonderful picked up the boys from school and Pinocchio announced that he got a C "but it was just barely a C so can I please PLEASE PLEASE still play my video games?" and Mr. Wonderful, instead of enforcing our already-set-boundaries answered, "we will have to ask you mom" it makes me want to pull my damn hair out.
Now I'm the bad guy for following through with our rules and boundaries.
"Dad would have let me it's just YOU, YOU RUIN MY LIFE."
"I HATE YOU"
"I WISH YOU WERE DEAD"
"GO KILL YOURSELF"
"YOU'RE A BITCH"
It was the "bitch" comment that sent Mr. Wonderful on a dead sprint towards Pinocchio.
Then Pinocchio took a swing and it all went crazy.
Like the hyperventilating, I can't catch my breath, cry.
Now we are in the car, a cute little family traveling out of state to make magical Christmas memories.
I want to crawl in my bed.
My heart is broken right now.