To the spoiled brats that live in my home,
I'm sorry that things have gotten to the point that I have to address you in this manner, but I can not stand silent any longer. Please consider this letter to be my formal complaint against the three minors residing in my permanent residence.
For too long, I have been your maid, your chauffeur, your personal chef, your nurse, your everything and I am done being abused.
I take care of you when you are sick.
I clean up after you approximately once every 7 minutes.
I bathe you.
I help you with your homework.
I financially support your way of life.
I cook you three healthy meals EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
I drive you to and from school and all places in between.
I am your shoulder to cry on and your strength when you are weak.
I know when you need a hug and when you need to be told to "suck it up."
I surprise you when you need a pick me up.
I protect you while doing my best not to hinder the person you are.
I encourage you to play to your strengths, but remind you to do the things that scare you too.
But above all, I love you unconditionally.
You, however, seem to be oblivious to all of these things. Instead of thanking me, or even respecting me, for all that I do, you choose to give me an attitude, to yell at me and to call me the "meanest mommy in the world." I promise you, I am far from the meanest mother in the world.
I'd like to remind you of how good you have it here. So, when you misbehave and I take away one of your prized possessions (like your iPod, for example) please keep in mind that you are fortunate to even have such things and that screaming at me to give it back to you will not help your case. Neither will hitting, biting, name calling, stomping, crying or whining. I will not tolerate any of that and it will most likely lead to an extended separation of you and said prized possession. Additionally, I'd like to note that living in my home is not a RIGHT, it's a PRIVILEGE. Remember that.