We’ll make this short and maybe not so sweet.
The exterminator came by, and it was our usual technician.
I like him because he’s older and doesn’t use spray.
He uses glue traps.
It’s just preventative since we don’t have bugs.
He arrived later than expected, so the morning was mostly waiting around.
We cleared the counters like we always do.
I still don’t know why, but that’s the rule.
Cowboy heated a can of soup for dinner in the microwave because everything from the counters was piled on the stove.
It all stays there until the technician leaves.
As soon as Raven came in, Vier was crying because moving her from the car to the house had woken her, and Drei was having a tantrum because they had forgotten his tablet.
I told Raven it wasn’t fair for all of us to be miserable every weekend over these tantrums.
He said Drei had a mental problem and it was a meltdown, and he didn’t see why we were miserable.
I walked away to cool down, but later I sent a message to the main family group chat.
I told Raven that I understand his kids have challenges, but he forgets that his sister has challenges too, and I deal with anxiety.
It isn’t fair that we have to listen to constant screaming every weekend.
It has been nearly three years of this, and nothing changes.
You can hear Drei screaming across the neighborhood.
When my kids were growing up, it was different.
New neighbors now might call the police.
I raised an autistic kid, and I know the difference between tantrums and meltdowns.
Drei is having tantrums because he doesn’t get his way.
Raven needs to get control over his kids.
It isn’t fair to anyone that they are so out of control and loud.
I shouldn’t be shaking like a chihuahua because Drei has spent another half hour screaming at the top of his lungs.
Zwei has meltdowns.
You can clearly tell the difference.
To be honest, the only quiet child Raven has is Eins.
I waste my breath and I waste my time because nothing will ever change.
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