I am not in a good mood today. My youngest brother, A, for God only knows what reason, did not go to sleep last night. He had his prescribed medication at the prescribed time, ate a full meal at dinner, and was tucked into bed promptly at 7:30pm. By 12:30am, Dan and I were tired, and we went to bed. I told A that if he still couldn’t sleep, fine, come out and watch the television, use my computer, or rock in the recliner, but be very quiet in doing so, because everyone else was asleep, and we all had to get up early. I had to wake his brother up at 6:30am, Dan had to get up at 7:30am, and I would be waking Alyssa and Ryan up at 9:30am.
A spent the entire night and into the early morning – around 5am -rocking so hard we could feel the vibrations in the bedroom, and talking to himself – loudly. VERY loudly. I did not fall asleep until after 3:30am. This was after several hours of reprimanding him repeatedly for being so loud. After 3:30am, I was still being woken up every half hour or so, thanks to his big fucking mouth. His older brother, Y, did not have a good night’s sleep because every little bit A would go into the bedroom and try to wake him up. Dan woke up off and on from 6:00am on. Alyssa popped out around 6:45am, and Ryan popped up at 7am.
Me? After sending Y off to school, grounding A from television, the computer/internet, video games and going outside, and telling him that if for any reason he fell asleep and did not wake up in time to get the school bus at 8:30am he would walk the four miles to school, and chasing Alyssa back to bed and attempting to settle Ryan back to sleep, I couldn’t fall asleep.
So, around 7:45am, I gave up and got out of bed. I took a nice, long, hot shower. I shaved. I did my nails – fingernails and toenails. I did laundry. And dishes. Pulled out the crock pot in preparation for tonight’s dinner. And I made scrambled eggs, hashbrowns and waffles for Alyssa and Ryan.
Now we’re about to run out the door. I’m running on three hours of incredibly craptastic sleep, and I am NOT in a good mood today.
My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
So because a child couldn’t sleep (and did what children normally do when they’re bored out of their minds) you were fully prepared to make that child walk 4 miles? I’d like to see you haul your ass for four miles and see how you like it.
What he did was wrong, understandable, but still wrong. Making him walk four miles, though, is a rather harsh punishment for being restless. Be pissed off all you want, but don’t do anything that will cause more harm than good (little to no sleep + strenuous exercise = exhaustion and inability to function properly) like withholding food and forcing the kid to walk four miles.
Becky, excuse my bluntness, but you’re truly a real idiot if you thought I honestly meant it. Kind of like how parents threaten to “brain” their children or disown them if they do something, it was a threat that would never be followed through upon.
Please, find somewhere else to troll. I find you incredibly tiresome.