Well, it’s 12:15am and my alarm will be going off in just 5 hours and 30 minutes. She has finally finished, and I no longer care whether or not it’s good, just that it’s DONE. (Ok, so I won’t be winning any Mother of the Year awards!)
Right now she’s in her room crying because she was under the mistaken impression that once the work was done I would relent and let her have her CD back tomorrow. Yes dear, I’m glad that its finally done so that I can go to sleep, and I appreciate that you’re sorry, and I’m sure that in the pink-and-orange polka-dotted-sky world in which you reside you really *do* believe that you won’t ever lie to me again and will always do your homework on time, but that’s just not the way the world works. Saying you’re sorry will keep your mother from killing you in your sleep, but it doesn’t make the punishment go away.
Apparently she hasn’t yet figured out that yes, the CD player is gone, but she still has a television, VCR, gameboy, and mp3 player.
Parenthood sucks. I’m going to bed.