
This mornings wake up call was from the little one who was screaming and crying because he traded his lolly for his sister's lollies, ate them all and got pissed off when she wouldn't then give him back the lolly he originally traded. Last night the screams were from the older girl, who was screaming because. Well I can't remember, something to do with not telling some boy something. I try to escape to my room outside, but that doesn't always work because they frequently follow me out here. Presumably to escape the screaming indoors, but these people can't just let something go, and the screaming inevitably follows them out here till I get so fed up I kick them all out and slam the door.
The can't just let it be. They worry everything like a fucking dog with a bone. None of them will ever accept being told anything without immediately biting back, then the first person has to snap back and the next thing you know two of them are screaming the most vile abuse imaginable at each other, which inevitably draws the rest of the family in and leaves me on occasion cowering in my room waiting for the shit storm to pass.
Worse is when they try to drag me into it, almost demanding that I take sides, which I absolutely refuse to do.
Aargh. Sometimes I wonder if the convenience is worth the hassle
