Mamma went on the warpath this morning.
The kids have just been lying around all summer long, sleeping all day and playing all night.
I clean, they trash the house after I'm in bed.
Three of them are teens who are perfectly capable of cleaning up after themselves.
I woke up to a filthy living room, an upside down kitchen, dirty clothes from one end to the other, cat and/or dog poop all in my laundry room, and a note saying, “Your cats are nasty, look in the laundry room.”
Yeah, not smart, Buddy.
Mamma woke the vampire children up, dragged them out of bed, and put their butts to work.
My house is clean and they'd better hope it's still clean when I wake up in the morning.
They ain't seen nothing yet.
I haven't thrown a good temper tantrum in quite a few years, I'm past due.
I allow them to sleep all day and play all night because there isn't a thing to do here in the boonies.
I sympathize with them.
Most of their friends are strewn across three towns and way out in the deep country.
They don't drive, I don't drive, so they won't see them until school starts back up.
It's 12 miles either way to see a movie, go to McDonald’s, hit the mall, go to the pool.
Twelve miles isn't far unless you don't drive, then it may as well be on Mars.
We don't own any game systems, you know, no Wii, PS2s, Xboxes.
They share a computer and we have fairly basic cable.
Life is pretty boring.
I can live with them being vampires as long as they clean up after themselves.
I can't and won't tolerate being a maid for three teens who have been taught basic housekeeping.
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