This feels like *my punishment.

I'd really like a carefree weekend.

Time spent pleasurably. Time with family. And friends.

I'd like to feel that my home is a sanctuary for my children. For my husband.

For the family.

For me.

Instead, resentment has settled in. Not just mine. I'll get to that later.

My son is now passive-aggressively and not-so-passively reacting to the fact that his freedoms are restricted.

I'm sure he's bored. And resentful.

But his resentment is causing my resentment.

Instead of a family dinner, I'm the family referee.

No, you can not go out to your friend's house.


No. not at 7.

No, not at 8 either.


Because  you broke curfew, were disrespectful and punched a whole in my wall.

Because I SAID SO.


No you will not walk out anyway.


No, you will not defy me.


Don't kick the vacuum cleaner. Pick it up.


Pick up what you just threw.

Because you will not destroy things in my home.


Because I said so.

I heard what you just muttered.


Yes, you did.  And yes, I did. 

I'm not as clueless as you'd like to think.

No, you will NOT sneak out.


Because I guarantee you won't like the consequences if you do.


(His room is, unfortunately, on the ground floor)


I'm exhausted and it's only 7:30 PM. Bedtime is so far away.

It would be so nice to be able to relax and enjoy this evening.

But I'm grounded too.


Posted by