Why must children be disrespectul and talk back to their parents?

My mother would have beat my ass with a wooden spoon if I argued back with her.  And trust me, my ass got whipped several times growing up. 

I think it's awesome that my children want to stand their ground and plead their case if I have wrongfully accused them of something but when do you draw the line?  I'm talking, shut the hell up, don't talk back, listen to what I say and DO IT!!!!!!!!  Now how hard is that.

I actually had a great day today.  My kids just got on my nerves after school and into the evening.  It's usually my cranky/tired time so they just annoy the piss out of me.

WOD - 21 kettleball swings (25lbs), 42 situps, 84 squats 2X's followed by 8 X 100yard swim.  The workout was pretty damn easy and did not take long.  The swim was the hard part.  My arms were tired from god knows what and my breathing wasn't relaxed.  When my breathing is not good I have an awful swim.  I did do good enough to be satisfied with myself but I could have done better.

After the workout I had my 1/2 hour ass massage......HEAVENLY!  Everybody should get a 1/2 hour massage at least twice a week.  It's really worth it folks!  After my long run on Saturday I really needed a tune up on the legs today.

Now off to my friend Jen's house (Hello Jen!) for a great luncheon with some YMCA girls to see Sarah Blake who just had baby #4 (bless her damn heart!).  The kids played, we ate, talked and had a great time.  It was wonderful to see Sarah and great to socialize with friends over lunch instead of in the pool, while lifting or huffing and puffing in class. 

Came home to get absolutely nothing done.  I was tired and chose not to lift a finger and do anything around the house.  I had no time anyways because Lincoln was home immediately after I arrived and then I had to unpack back packs, take care of snacks, homework, prep supper, play a bit, computer work, punish my children and pray that I don't kill them.

Had some marinated/grilled chicken, sweet potatoes, corn with black beans and a bubbly soda for supper.  Of course whatever I make the kids don't like it.  That is another argument around the dinner table.  Just eat your damn meal or starve.  I'm not going to make anything special for them.  Little shits!

Time to pick up the 5 pairs of flip flops that are scattered over the house, bey blades, crayons and miscellaneous shit that the kids like to throw around.  Then I think I'll just sit and watch a show before I head up to read.

Boy do I sound bitter tonight!  I guess I'm just beaten down by my children and I have no energy to fight back.  I'm letting Daddy do that right now!