yankee_minis
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My children are 19, 21, and 23. They all have full time jobs this summer. The youngest is going back to college in the fall. The oldest is staying at home his last semester and working full time. The middle one has a full time job.
After a summer of feeding them, providing laundry, chef, and dishwashing services, and of them complaining about my dogs, horses, and cats, about how I spend my money and about how clean the house is or isn't .. I got sick of it. They were complaining about the dumbest, littlest, most unimportant things! They don't know how lucky they are!!
My oldest told me that we only need 8 towels and that I should throw the rest away. I said, "have you MET your sister???" He has all kinds of 'helpful' suggestions for me. He doesn't like the dogs or the cats. (small dogs are useless)
Plus I was stretched financially. One lowly income doesn't provide for 4 people!
So I asked for monthly rent. $200 for the non-college student because I pay for her cell phone, board and feed for her 2 horses that she does nothing for anymore, feed her dog, and transport her everywhere because she doesn't have a driver's license.
And $100 from the oldest.
Youngest will be going back to school and won't be working any more.
This request did not go over well. But my middle one did come up with rent.
The oldest said life wasn't about giving me handouts.
So yesterday I printed the following on labels and stuck them up around the house--inside and out.
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Murderer
Thank God My Mother Is Not An Animal Abuser
Thank God My Mother Is Not Freaky
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Is Not Scared of Ghosts
Thank God My Mother Loves Me
Thank God My Mother Is Not Bi-Polar
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Child Beater
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Whiner
Thank God My Mother Is Not All Scabby
Thank God My Mother Is Not Always Angry
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Is Not Skanky
Thank God My Mother Is Not Dying of Cancer
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Slut
Thank God My Mother Feeds Me
Thank God My Mother Takes Care of Me
Thank God My Mother Is Not Morbidly Obese
Thank God My Mother Buys Me Sausage
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Crack Whore
Thank God My Mother Is Not An Alcoholic
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Is Not In Jail
Thank God My Mother Is Not In the Hospital
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Drunk Magnet
Thank God My Mother Is Employed
Thank God My Mother Is Responsible
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Child Molester
Thank God My Mother Would Beat-Up Someone for Me
Thank God My Mother Gives Me Stuff
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Buys Me Juice
The two youngest thought it was funny. (And responded well to it.) As did my co-workers, my sister, my daughter's friends, and my 9 year old nephew. (Probably the scabby one made him laugh the most!)
The oldest grumbled...
Try it on your children and maybe they'll appreciate you more.
After a summer of feeding them, providing laundry, chef, and dishwashing services, and of them complaining about my dogs, horses, and cats, about how I spend my money and about how clean the house is or isn't .. I got sick of it. They were complaining about the dumbest, littlest, most unimportant things! They don't know how lucky they are!!
My oldest told me that we only need 8 towels and that I should throw the rest away. I said, "have you MET your sister???" He has all kinds of 'helpful' suggestions for me. He doesn't like the dogs or the cats. (small dogs are useless)
Plus I was stretched financially. One lowly income doesn't provide for 4 people!
So I asked for monthly rent. $200 for the non-college student because I pay for her cell phone, board and feed for her 2 horses that she does nothing for anymore, feed her dog, and transport her everywhere because she doesn't have a driver's license.
And $100 from the oldest.
Youngest will be going back to school and won't be working any more.
This request did not go over well. But my middle one did come up with rent.
The oldest said life wasn't about giving me handouts.
So yesterday I printed the following on labels and stuck them up around the house--inside and out.
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Murderer
Thank God My Mother Is Not An Animal Abuser
Thank God My Mother Is Not Freaky
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Is Not Scared of Ghosts
Thank God My Mother Loves Me
Thank God My Mother Is Not Bi-Polar
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Child Beater
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Whiner
Thank God My Mother Is Not All Scabby
Thank God My Mother Is Not Always Angry
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Is Not Skanky
Thank God My Mother Is Not Dying of Cancer
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Slut
Thank God My Mother Feeds Me
Thank God My Mother Takes Care of Me
Thank God My Mother Is Not Morbidly Obese
Thank God My Mother Buys Me Sausage
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Crack Whore
Thank God My Mother Is Not An Alcoholic
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Is Not In Jail
Thank God My Mother Is Not In the Hospital
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Drunk Magnet
Thank God My Mother Is Employed
Thank God My Mother Is Responsible
Thank God My Mother Is Not A Child Molester
Thank God My Mother Would Beat-Up Someone for Me
Thank God My Mother Gives Me Stuff
Thank God My Mother Is Alive
Thank God My Mother Buys Me Juice
The two youngest thought it was funny. (And responded well to it.) As did my co-workers, my sister, my daughter's friends, and my 9 year old nephew. (Probably the scabby one made him laugh the most!)
The oldest grumbled...
Try it on your children and maybe they'll appreciate you more.