KTMom91
Well-Known Member
She's bored. She's tired of everything being the same all the time. School is boring, work is boring, she has nothing to do...until 4:30, when she heads back to church to watch kids. I'm sitting on the couch, playing with my Facebook animals and minding my own business, when..."I want to paint my room this summer. I think purple. And I want the door put back on." Umm...no door. Since that's going to be my library once she moves out, no door. "OK, then can I have a closet door at least?" No again. We're planning to demolish the tiny closet and build a huge walk-in one, again, once she moves out. "Can I at least have the bed frame back?" We took out the bed frame because she was putting food under there, but all right, I'll agree to the bed frame.
So then she decides to move all her furniture around, because she has time before church. The panther boys follow her in, get underfoot, and she starts yelling. I herd the panthers back into to the living room and close our bedroom door. There are the most horrible bangs and crashes coming from the other side of the house, but we don't dare go check on her, because we don't want to get yelled at! She just marched through with a sour face, carrying a small bookcase that is in her way, and put it in the backyard. The crashes have started up again...
I'm afraid...very afraid...
So then she decides to move all her furniture around, because she has time before church. The panther boys follow her in, get underfoot, and she starts yelling. I herd the panthers back into to the living room and close our bedroom door. There are the most horrible bangs and crashes coming from the other side of the house, but we don't dare go check on her, because we don't want to get yelled at! She just marched through with a sour face, carrying a small bookcase that is in her way, and put it in the backyard. The crashes have started up again...
I'm afraid...very afraid...