And it was mine.
My goodness did I pitch a FIT. Here's how my day went. I literally gave rides at 7:45, 8:40, 9:30, 10:30, 11:15, 11:30, 12:00, 1:15 and 1:30. In between these times I was listening to kids whine and moan about why we couldn't go school shopping yet, and how they were cold (the air conditioning is on too high), and how they needed this that and the other thing. So when I came home at 1:45 eager to do my last drop off before I could go to my office and get something done, I simply freaked out at the fact that they were too busy watching TV and playing XBox that they couldn't get their chores done (they are supposed to do them after lunch, before electronics during the summer). MInd you, two of them had. The rest had not. I had a very ugly meltdown that included things that I usually try to avoid -- like screaming and frothing at the mouth. Ok, I didn't froth. (is frothing a verb?) But I screamed.
I then stomped out in a huge huff and returned 3 hours later to a clean house. So I guess it seemed to work, though I don't like the methodology.
I KNOW teenagers are like this, but when Bart and I are trying to work as hard as we do to provide them with the things they need, and they just sit and whine it pushes this button in me that eventually, after several days of this, leads up to an explosion.
Sports practices all start Monday so we're heading back towards routine. I like routine.