| I hate children. My nephew is visiting. He is five years old and an annoying brat.
I have a short temper, I get frustrated easily, I have little patience, I do not take stress well. That little snot frays my every last nerve.
He NEVER listens to me! It doesn't matter if I tell him to stop doing something he knows better than to be doing HE DOESN'T LISTEN! If I repeat something my mother or my sister (his other aunt not his mom) told him to do HE DOESN'T LISTEN! I am not unreasonable when I ask him to do something! I.E. 'Don't stand on that chair, I'm afraid you'll fall.' 'Finish eating your food and THEN you can look at the toy that came with it.' 'Tell me the truth.' 'Please stop singing that song over and over that you know gets on my nerves, or at least learn the right words.' (Yes, I have said all of those to him and all of them have been ignored) I'll tell him again and instead of not listening he argues with me, I try to reason with him and eventually my voice gets louder and louder until I'm yelling at him. Which is when my mother, sisters, or father come in and tell ME to knock it off.
It doesn't matter how good of a mood I am in when I get home from school and work, five minutes and I'll be pissed off.
He lies to my face, cries crocidile tears when I tell him 'no' and goes running to grandma, completely disregards my personal space, requests about my belongings, and the dozens of times I've told him to stay out of my room, deliberately antagonizes me to the explosions mentioned above, mouths off, once ordered me to answer the phone like I was his god-damned secretary, and I'm fairly certain has called me a bitch or said fuck to me (he has a lisp so he's hard to understand).
Today for example, he went outside into the backyard, we have a deck with a sliding glass door he is not supposed to go in and out of lest the cat get out, he is also not supposed to be on the deck lest he, while running around, trip down the stairs or knock the dog off of the deck agian (first he said she fell, utter bullshit, then that when he pushed her away when she was jumping on him she fell through the posts on the deck rail, believable but I still detect bullshit, luckily the dog wasn't seriously hurt). Anyway, kid's not supposed to be on the deck, but he can't unlock the garage door to go out that way. I locked the sliding door behind him and went through the garage to unlock and open that door. I reminded him not to be running in and out of the house every five minutes and told him I had locked the sliding door. I'd had to repeat myself more loudly as he didn't hear the first time. I go inside my sister (again his other aunt not his mom) says 'Geez, he just got home (they went to the park) and you're already yelling at him.' She often antagonizes me about my temper with him and usually remarks, 'You're arguing with a five-year-old, this being a long-argued subject I testily tell her that I was reminding him of the rules but I was still fuming as she continued to remark, 'you were yelling at him, I could hear you outside' Never mind that the windows were all open as it was rather warm today. I, again testily, told her I had needed to repeat myself. I was being civil to him. I was also being civil the FIRST time he came up on the deck, I told him that he was not supposed to be up there, for once in his life he decided to listen to me.
The second time my sister was in the room, he'd come up and was blowing bubbles on the deck, I told him to go back down the stairs. He ignored me, my sister told him to get off the deck, he started down the stairs, she left, he came right back up. I told him to go down again, he ignored me, I repeat myself a few more times and get ignored, though he gave me this obnoxious little grin and continued to blow bubbles. Frustrated, I went out onto the deck, fully intending to pick him up and carry him down the stairs and prepared to sit on them until he lost interest in going up there.
The snot squealed and ran around to the opposite side of the patio table we have out there. We faced off, I told him to get off the deck, he treated it like it was a game not a rule and started laughing at me. I ran around the table, caught up with him, took his bubbles and told him I would give them back when he went down the stairs. By this time my sister had come outside as well and made another remark about our arguing. But it had worked, though he wasn't happy about it he wanted the bubbles back so he finally cooperated. I followed him down to return the stolen property. I don't remember what he said though I think he might have repeated what he had been saying the night before to tick me off (I ate some food my sister had been saving, we argued in front of him he took her side and kept accusing me of it, though later my mom agreed with my side). I snapped (no I didn't hit him, god I'm not that bad) I dumped his bubbles out right in front of him. He started crying for real.
I know I shouldn't have (right after it happened I told him I'd get him a new one but that I was done (dealing with his crap*)) and I can't blame him for being upset but GODDAMNIT he's been staying for almost a week and every day I'M the one who gets yelled at when he's the one who does everything he can to provoke me! It's been that way since the little shit could talk! It doesn't help that my sister always takes his side when I need her to tell him off so I can keep my temper. She found some smaller bubble containers and filled his cool looking bubble bottle up a little.
I went inside and got ready to take a walk to blow some steam, my mom told me off, I went downstairs to my room to put my school stuff up and found out that he'd been IN MY ROOM which is enough of a no-no but he'd also BEEN TOUCHING MY DS AND GBA which is an even bigger no-no than the room (because I know he'll pet my cat or that his little cars and things can easily roll in there) he changed the games and one of them I have logged almost two hundred hours on and would rather NOT lose that data thank you.
So NOW I was mad all over again because I cannot begin to count how many times I've told him not to go into my room nor how often I've told him not to touch my things. Being impulsive I went looking for him (first I asked my sister if she was messing with them just in case) and asked him if he'd touched my stuff. He lied TO MY FACE, I told him to stay out of my room, I got yelled at again. Got so frustrated I started crying, calmed down enough to stop and left.
I was fuming for a while (30-45 min) before I went to the drug store and bought him more bubbles. I came back, gave him the damn things (the store only had a pack of six for party favors) go down to my room again and not even ten-fifteen minutes later he came down and started doing shit he damn well KNOWS gets on my nerves. I kicked him out of the area and locked the door. It was later unlocked when the coast was clear.
But it doesn't stop. Just now I asked my mother to interfere and 'Maybe you should just go to bed' as if I'm a crabby infant rather than frustrated beyond all endurance (god, I'm crying again I'm so fed up with this).
I don't want to hate my nephew but every time he comes to visit that's what happens. That's why I don't like him visiting, it's not just the frustration and the stres his presence invariably causes, it's that I don't want to hate and resent him but I do. I don't want to feel like smacking him but it happens.
Furthermore I hope to God his little brother (five months) doesn't turn out like this, but considering about two hours babysitting him reduced me to tears (he wouldn't stop crying and I could not figure out what he wanted) it might just end up worse. Especially when the little one can talk too, with the big brother role model he has, poor kid's pracically doomed to my shit list right along with his brother.
* It was at this point my sister remarked that I was not with him for nearly the amounts of time that she was. I wound up yelling at her too and I'm fairly certain the neighbor heard but she wasn't staring at us at least. |
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