I’m a tad annoyed this evening. The children, for the most part, were atrocious this evening. Harry included. So when it came time to put the wee ones to bed, Kile suggested that Harry go to bed too. Sounded good to me!
I come downstairs from getting Evie to bed andfind Harry watching TV. I remind him he was supposed to go to bed. But he wanted to watch a show! I had him DVR it and sent him packing. Kile came downstairs a while later from playing computer games and we got on with our evening.
When we came to bed, a short while ago, I saw the overhead light was on. Harry is pretty much the only one who turnson the overhead in our room. I tried to think why’ve would have come in here. That’s when I noticed the remote control had been moved. I stormed about how Harry is so disrespectful, especially to me, these days.
This was when Kile admitted that be told Harry he could watch TV.
That’s when my head exploded into a thousand pieces. The end.
Seriously, though. Way to undermine my influence there, dearest. No wonder the child doesn’t listen to a thing I say (Liam either, for that matter). He always goes to Kile if he doesn’t like my answer. Always.
Well, I’m sick of it. I don’t know what else to do other than just stop trying. I’ll just let Kile deal with all this crap from now on. The only thing is that guess who gets to deal with the aftermath the most, day in and day out?
Gah!!!
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