Chapter 48 don't talk about mom

To raise a son is to be corrupted in my place. Why did God happen to send me a child at that time?The main reason is that I don't have the pride of the world and the charity of compassion, sending a child to consume my money. Before giving birth to my son, I spent more than 10,000 SGD to go to a slimming center to lose weight, and bought a massage chair worth more than 6,000 SGD.I am free, rich, and I have no one to spend it for me, and I don’t have such a high awareness to donate to impoverished mountainous areas. Then God sent Occasionally. Occasionally I have to worry about my money.Ever since I had him, I finally managed to put hardship first and enjoyment later, and spend every penny in half.It doesn't work if you don't break it.You don't know when he will give you a big surprise.

Two days ago when he was playing at home, there was a sudden bang, and he followed the sound, only to find that the strong man had kicked the door of the closet down by his comrade Occasionally.Fortunately, there was a bed blocking it, the door leaned against the edge of the bed, and the little man was sandwiched between the door and the bed, still smiling. Grandma rescued the little man and hid the door. Grandpa comes home and takes clothes from the closet.Grandma asked, do you see any difference?Grandpa looked around and said, no?Grandma said, don't you feel breathable?Grandpa looked again and said, where is the door?The door was kicked down by the grandson.

Grandpa's first reaction: Did the grandson hit it?The second reaction: My child, your disturbance is getting louder and louder.In the past, I just tore some paper, but now I have drilled holes in the wall.The family will not be able to accommodate you when they see it. The closet door in my house is still open and not repaired.Grandpa said, if it gets lost again, it will be dangerous.Now like this, it is convenient for everyone to take out clothes. This is still a small case. I just bought a large bottle of LANCOME toner. I thought it would be enough for a year in China, but I just used it twice. Yesterday, my son spilled it all over the floor. When I got home, my grandma showed me the bottom-up bottle.It hurts me!

Grandma said, it's your fault, why don't you put away the expensive things?He is now in the sky, where is he not going?That's right, it's not a glass bottle, or I'll never end with you if I hurt him. I was tongue-tied and dared not even say a word of complaint. I sat on the floor to use the computer, my son climbed on the sofa, skydived, he landed with a yell, and sat on my screen with his buttocks, and there was a sudden click. IBM original computer!Called to ask the maintenance department, said it was more than 4000.I slapped my son's buttocks and said that puppy things are so expensive!Why did you think of supporting you, a prodigal?I should shove you back!

I cried to my husband, and my husband asked, is my son stuck in his butt?I said, don't you ask me if my hands are tied?Men really can't help it. Ever since they had a child, the pregnant mother has been sidelined.I'm always second to my son.Husband scolded me: It's your fault, you know he's climbing the sofa, why don't you avoid him?I don't pay attention to myself. I can't pay attention.I never know his whereabouts in the next minute, his improvisation, his whims, what he wants to study, and his destructive functions make me feel refreshed every day.Apart from admiring the creative destruction of human beings, I really don't know how to express my joy.

I always spend money to clean up the mess at home, and my son would say, it’s okay, mom will buy it at such a young age. Everyone thinks this is a matter of course. I gave birth to my son, so who do I blame? My son still hurts me. In this world, my only family member! He said, don't talk about mom! When everyone at home blamed me, why didn't you put your things away, why didn't you pay attention to yourself, who are you blaming, only my son stood up and argued for his mother, he yelled, with one hand on his waist and the other Putting one hand in front of her as a stop, she yelled, "Ah! Don't talk about Mom!"

What troubles, alas.