I'm the mean one

I'm going to take a minute to sound like my mother. I know it's the thing we all fear, but it has to be done. WTF is wrong with young people today? Okay, so I'm not old or even close to it, but by young people I mean the small humans like mine.

I have adorable small humans. I only recently admitted that they are my daughters, not my nieces, because I needed to protect them from a particular group of people with very sniffy long noses. Now that those individuals are mostly extracted or distracted, I can freely discuss my awesome kids. I have two. One of them is fourteen and the other is eleven. And no, meeting me, you probably wouldn't think they were my kids because most people think I'm their sister--and they aren't being faux nice. I just don't look like a mom.

Anyway, we laugh a lot and pretty much adore each other constantly. The problem is, they have friends who don't have good relationships with their parent/s. I try to be understanding when they come to my house. I ask only two things: Respect my things, Respect the people in my house. Otherwise you have free reign to chill out. I won't bug you. I'll feed you. I'll do my best to make you comfortable and happy. I'll even try to make you laugh with us.

So why is it that these same kids are the ones to leave drinks on unprotected surfaces, let pudding cups topple over on books, leave food on the floor where it can make my cat sick, and then freaking roll their eyes at me when I call them on it? Who gave these kids such entitlement to ignore an adult who's telling them to be respectful. They don't even make eye contact!

And don't get me started about movie theaters! Okay, you started it! The talking, the bright light texting, the feet on the back of the chair I'm sitting in. ARE YOU ANIMALS? Seriously?! Who the f*ck buys a movie ticket late into a movie, goes to the back corner to talk through the whole thing? Why do you do that? Can't you talk somewhere else? In one instance, there was literally no breath taken from the time they climbed the steps to their seat, to the time I left during the credits. OMG! So annoying!

My kids would never do that stuff. They pick up after themselves. They say yes ma'am, and please, and thank you. They offer to help before they're asked. Heck, they clean and do laundry all over my house, keeping it perfectly clean so that I can keep working. That's how awesome my kids are.

Who are the miscreants they bring home? And are we really surprised when those relationships don't work because the "friend" is being rude, hurtful, mean, swilling alcohol and flaunting their juvenile a$$es at the police? And why is it that every single one of my kids' friends have declared they they are bi-sexual? Really? Are you having bi-sex at your age? Someone needs to be arrested.

I don't know what's up with some parents these days, but there's a problem and it's in my generation. All I do is love my children and they turned into amazing people. What are other parents doing? And when I find them, am I allowed to shake my finger at them and say, "bad mama! bad daddy!" because I really, really want to.

Love,
A concerned parent who doesn't think she's a bitch for wanting a little common decency in our families

PS. While we're on the subject of bisexuality, I have to add that my new book, HITCHED released yesterday at Resplendence. But I'm an adult and so are my characters. They've had ample time to weed through pre-teen hormones to know what they like. And besides, in my book, only one guy is openly interested in the other and he's okay that the second guy isn't. Trust me. So please go buy my book.

Blurb:
Half-faery, Willow Harper, is the youngest of the Harper siblings. Just like them, she has no control when her gift will manifest, turning her into an inanimate wooden object. Fortunately, she has Bruce, a full faery male who has the ability to subdue her gifts. Though she hides her heart, Bruce is been assigned to work by her side on every Harper Security case. It was only a matter of time before Willow and Bruce hooked up after hours. Agreeing to a no-strings relationship, they know that commitment just isn't for them.
          
Agent Kane Wilcox has been tracking the identity of an arts smuggler for over a year. He's reached a dead end, but Willow Harper moves on and around the target’s property easily since she befriended the target’s daughter months ago. What isn’t convenient is the way Willow makes him feel, or the unprecedented attraction Kane has for black-eyed Bruce.

As the case progresses, one thing becomes clear, Bruce and Willow want him. But how can they juggle a three person relationship and still catch the thief? Kane is in it for keeps. When the case is over, will Willow and Bruce walk away, leaving Kane standing alone?