'Dramas' that make you laugh - post here

[MrsBright]

Major PMT enhanced drama this morning. 'I cant find my LOCKER KEYS!!!' - which apparently was all my fault because I wouldn't help her look. Oh, and then I 'made her late' by taking the spare key off my own set to help out. Shrieking, flouncing and a final door slam.

I found them on the floor.

How long have you got?

I've "made her late" because I've told her to...

Change her socks
Clean her teeth
Brush her hair
Wash her face
Do her homework
Eat her breakfast
Put the phone down
Turn off the lights
Open the curtains
Flush the loo - yes, really...
tuck her t shirt in
do her coat up
do up her laces
give me a kiss
get her PE kit
Check her PE kit
Find her keys
Show me her keys
Tidy her room
Make her bed
Put dirty washing in the basket
Pick up her homework
Pack her homework
Put a glass in the kitchen
Put knives in the sink
Pick up her shoes
pass me the phone
turn on the wifi
turn off the tv
Put her phone on charge
take her phone off charge..

All of this...45, yes you read right 45 minutes before she's due at school 10 minutes away

This is just one thing per day by the way and only the stuff that's srpug to mind..

urgh mum look at my hair LOOK AT IT , i looked not a hair out of place apparently it was dripping in grease

Oh yes teenage girls hair must be washed and coiffed everyday because of all that grease dripping off it, using at least a 250ml bottle of shampoo and another of conditioner a week. I now buy Aldi shampoo and conditioner and she's none the wiser mwahahaha

yes i buy aldi shampoo too actually she has a bad scalp so she is paranoid a wee bit but god you would think some body had poured a chip pan over her head the way she goes on

I gave DD a minor nudge last night whilst sitting beside me on the sofa, just as a reminder not to interrupt her father again.

YOU HIT ME!

Flounce, flounce, major stomp, stomp up to bedroom.

Father baffled. Me in hysterics.

oh yes the obvious beatings we give them

I was driving DD2 to one of her many activities yesterday and she was chomping on her fingers. Automatically I said "don't bite your nails".
This was cue for a tirade of drama.
"I wasn't biting my nails, my fingers were NOWHERE NEAR my mouth. But now you've put the thought in my head and so I will probably bite them now and go out with ruined nails AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT".

I just laughed. This didn't help.

and the award goes too missmusicpost that is brilliant

I have boys, they don't do drama just some gloomy grunting.

Oh we have some real corkers. It's the bloody ever moving goalposts I can't stand.

One day I run her a bath and it's all, "god I can do it myself I'm not a baby" the next day she asks me to run her a bath and if I say no I'm a "cow who never does anything for her!

'But I don't like peas/broccoli/olives/yoghurt' when yesterday it was the favourite-ist food of all times. Flounce, flounce.

Me, 8pm last night: "Are you all packed and ready for school tomorrow?"
DD1: "Yeah, yeah".

DD1 this morning, with much arm flinging and sighing: "Where's my blazer? You've hidden my blazer"
I made her put the stinking, disgusting article for washing on Friday. I washed it and hung it on a hanger in her wardrobe (thinking I was being nice). She hadn't thought to look there. Normally it's on a particular spot on her bedroom floor.

Getting an uncontrollable fit of the giggles when DS said 'I couldn't I've just been so busy this w/e!' W/e actually consisted of a trip to the cinema following a very late lie in, back home to play on Xbox. Sunday was another slovenly day broken only by 2 hrs of rugby training
The crosser he got the more the tears streamed down my face

Dd left her phone on the sofa where she had been sitting wrapped in a blanket. I come in after she has gone upstairs and hang the blanket over the banisters. Dd comes back down hunting for her phone, pulls the blanket off the banisters and the phone falls out if the folds and breaks the screen.....hysterics follow and as usual it is all my fault for moving the blanket !?

I apparently hate my son and am making him a laughing stock because I wont give him cans of red bull with his packed lunch.......he is 12!

Me too soontobe. I am truly heartless in many respects, but my not giving her unsuitable food for lunch tops the list I think. Although in our case it's something called Monster which is akin to redbull but cheaper. Her argument is that she'll be saving me money in the long run...

Yes, monster was mentioned too. Now it is shocking that I am once again hating him. His friend at school got a mini fridge and microwave for his Christmas so that he can help himself to snacks in his bedroom without having to move from his computer chair. I won't let him buy them. And my question asking whether his friend was slim got a shouted “NO!" and a slammed door........... :o

DD was running late this morning so I thought I'd pop into her bedroom to find her PE kit, help her out a bit. Cue DD shouting "Whaaaaat are you doing in here, I'm not even dresssed".

"Yes I know darling, that's why I'm trying to help you out" said I trying to remain calm and smiley through gritted teeth .

"I'M NOT A BABY, I CAN PACK MY OWN BLOODY PE KIT".

So I left her to it. Logged on to my work laptop, made myself a coffee, put the radio on.

She comes running down in tears "I've missed the bus, I'm going to be late ....... I can't find my PE kit, mascara running down her face".

DD, there is a reason why I ask you to get your stuff organised the night before.

DS (17) came downstairs wearing his jeans but no top this morning and asked "where is my other t-shirt?". As he has a wardrobe full of t-shirts, I asked "Which one?". He stomped off to look in the utility room amongst the clean/drying washing and came back declaring "You've hidden it - I put it in the wash 3 days ago!". After he had stormed off upstairs to find something else to wear, I looked on the maiden on drying clothes and there was the other t-shirt amongst at least 2 others belonging to him.