Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
Than.ks for that rap.
My jeans are new, fit perfectly, except they are from walmart and are at least 3 sizes bigger.
Scaredtaker, You are not invisible, you are so funny and intelligent! I see you there, crying like a good little brat, saying what: "'Just shut up" ?
Have you been behaving badly as a caregiver? Whadja do?
There has never been a time better than today! !Yay!
There has never been a time when my knees could take kneeling down.
Heaven takes brats too, ya know?
Its Entitled "Yeah, I wonder Why"
Remember when your jeans all fit
Now it's muffin top & the seams all split
cause our hips don't lie but they sure are wide.
Man they sure are wide
Remember when those sleep lines had a shelf life.
Now they're here for life. On our face reminding us
that we smiled, frowned or just didn't get around to
getting that botox, that cream. Hell, what does it all mean?
Remember getting out of bed with a smile.
Now it takes a while....gotta get those kinks out
Before I can even walk to the john, gotta put my
knee brace on.
Remember when you had an eye crease for your
eyeshadow. Now it's stuck under your flabby eyebrow.
Remember when you had bouncing & behaving hair
Now it's flat & stuck to your head & thin.
You have more hair on your chin
My stomach muscles are out of sight
It just ain't right
Even my knees are flabby
Is that why I feel so crabby?
Thought I'd be happy when my period ended
But now I worry about menopause cause it's got me
bended. On my knees, begging God please
I want to end my life with some ease
Oh please, pretty please, let my life end with ease.
Not to bash men, but often they can behave like little puppies and break training.
Guess we will all have to wait for spring.
Men should understand by now we want to just love them, laugh with them, etc.
I love laughing on this thread, but need more ideas on how to be a better brat. I am sure Gershun can help, our expert on acting out.
How bout you, Gershun? Would you rather poop in a diaper, or on a pad?
I fear that anger management cannot help much when there is to be ongoing, justifiable anger in response to a real stressor. Sounds more like a recurring nightmare that needs an immediate solution. dear jude.
I actually hate caring for my mother - there I have said it
I hate the way she thinks its OK for her to treat me like a skivvy
I hate the way she talks down to me in front of her friends
and AND and trust me if I could get a bigger font I would use it she only told the doctor in front of me that I was a useless carer. So the doctor spoke to me and I explained the situation in full with all the issues of dependency etc and she said now lets see how we can help - great I thought at last she will agree to me having some respite before I lose it. She wants me to go to anger management classes!!!!
I was very good - incredibly well behaved. I said I could sort it very quickly without anger management - and how do you intend to do that. I am going to walk away and leave you to do the caring and I promptly gave her a set of house keys and walked out the door.
Then I woke up and realised that dammit I had been dreaming about what I wanted to do!
No wonder the elderly don't trust "The Help" coming in.
Do you think the movie is why?
We need to have a new contract
Written for all to see
You can write it and we will BOTH sign it
ONCE YOU AND I AGREE
I know that mums incontinent
Its in her notes for all to see
So why isn't it being addressed properly
WHEN I PAY THE BLOODY FEE?
From this day on It will be addressed
With instructions for all to see
And heres a bill for her Terry pants
And my time with disgust to you FROM ME!
Maybe I'll make a special chocolate cream pie for the staff
We were furnishing our first own house: we'd gone to a major high street furniture chain (this was before IKEA got going) and ordered almost everything from them, and spent a lot of money for those days. Over the next six months, all told, they got absolutely everything wrong. Everything. Postponing deliveries, sometimes several times over. Turning up without warning when we were out. Not turning up when we'd taken days off work to let them in. Demanding payment, when we'd paid up front already. Bringing the wrong things. Bringing the right things damaged. Bringing the right thing in the wrong colour. Bringing too many. Bringing more instead of taking some away. Bringing another bookcase instead of the sideboard. Not returning calls. Not answering the phone. Brilliantly, once ringing to check that we were happy with our order - I think that was the only time I cried on the phone to them.
Once the last item was at last delivered, I sat down to write a letter of complaint, giving them full details of everything: order numbers, dates, events, just the full history, no embroidery. I concluded by telling them we were outraged with the treatment we had received and (I can hear my mother's voice) would never consider buying from them again. My ex looked over my shoulder and said "what's the point of telling them that? Ask them what they propose as compensation, instead." Good point, I thought; and changed it.
They sent us a cheque for £100, quite a lot of money in those days, and as a final flourish they sent it to the wrong address.
Too bad we can't see the humor of the situation until a few years pass.
Damn it Liam, bring her the right sofa!!!!! 😡
They didn't believe me. Hauled it up three flights of stairs, struggled for 20 minutes....went back down three flights, around the back of the building and then hoisted it up to the balcony with ropes.
I tried to tell them.