I've officially started spring cleaning. I mean, I'm in the thick of it now. Yesterday I dipped my toes in. I've now stripped the windows of their curtains and valances, I've got them laundered and while waiting for the dryer to free up from other laundry, I've washed half of the windows in the house. If the weather won't say spring, I WILL!
My daughter has a full day today. For the first weekend in about a month and a half, she has no homework. It's a good thing. She started with archery at 9 AM. She had a break before a birthday at the local bowling alley at 12 noon. She had a half hour break between and had another birthday party at the very same bowling alley. We left to get air fresher than that contained within the walls of the bowling alley, tried on a few pair of pants at the Goodwill and looked at the chicks at TSC.
Very soon, I will be due to pick my child up from birthday #2 and head north to meet Hubs. K won tickets to a Cav's game tonight through their Straight "A" All-Stars program. She won two tickets, so Hubs is taking her. She's never been to an arena, much less a professional sports game of any type. She's excited! They have nosebleed seats, but they are thankful for the freebies.
What am I doing with my night? Well, I'm going to have scandalous time with my ironing board and iron! I'll be ironing said window treatments in order to hang them back up. Call that living life off the edge.
Now if you'll pardon me, a pile of laundry is begging to be folded, laundry needs flipped in the dryer and more windows need cleaned.
Happy spring!
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
If I had a 9 year old son, would I allow him to carry a My Little Pony backpack to public school?
I was just reading this article by the hard hitting news agency, People Magazine. In sum, the 9 year old boy loves the MLP cartoon and chose to get a MLP backpack to carry to school. Is that wrong to get him one? No. If I had a son, would I allow them to take said bag to public school? No.
I get it. There are those out there that will say that I would be stifling creativity and all that. Whatever you choose for your child is your own business, but I wouldn't send him with the backpack.
Why? Basically, why on earth would you encourage your child to take something to school that you know that the likelihood of them getting the crap beat out of them is pretty high? In many ways, it isn't right. However, I look at it and say, school is tough enough. Why make it harder?
School was not fun for me. I was made fun of for everything. I have curly hair. I would develop what my friend would refer to as "horns" that my mom would have to trim off. My bangs would get so long that they would curl on either side. It may have seemed rude for my friend to tell me this, but I'd rather know. We were poor, so our wardrobes were definitely not in the higher class stores as my classmates had. We shopped at Kmart and the Salvage Freight. Bad clothes and bad hair? Check and check. Let's not forget about my teeth! My teeth were one hot mess and believe me, people noticed and made fun. Mom would pack my lunch and I remember once having a boy ask me, "Are you going to eat all of that?" It was a big baked chicken breast wrapped in foil. I was in 7th grade and wanted to crawl under the desk. Most of the time, we got the free school lunch and everyone knew it since they didn't issue new lunch tickets for us each week. Yup. Got made fun of for that. I was a studious kid in high school and an art student. Oh, yes. That had "hot!" written all over it.
For several years, I have told K, "You will be made fun of. No matter what you do, you will always be made fun of at school for something stupid. It is my job to help cut down on those opportunities." What am I talking about? K starting wearing deodorant in the 1st grade because she needed it. No need to get the name "stinky" in the 1st grade. That is the kind of being made fun of I'm talking about. "Brush your hair and brush your teeth." If your teeth are caked in funk and your hair looks like a rat's nest, you might be made fun of. K's has a lot of hair, but it is baby fine. If a 2 MPH wind comes by, she ends up with a ton of tangles. Still, we try.
My daughter has speech issues. She went through a lot of speech therapy and things have gotten a lot better. She is still plagued by some but she WAS made fun of for her speech-- in Kindergarten. Those two girls who made fun of her for a few weeks are still not girls that she takes a particular liking to. Speech was something that she was working on, but to ask her if she was "speaking Chinese" or "speaking Polish" was something that didn't skip past K's attention. It hurt. She cried. You know what? It didn't kill her and I didn't intervene. I didn't jump in and save her. I gave her some coping strategies and things to say. Finally, it stopped. Funny thing is that one of the two girls has speech that isn't so perfect herself.
Now on to MLP. My daughter has a love for Star Wars. I mean, she named our new cat Leia. She has dressed as Darth Vader, Princess Leia and Queen Amidala. She also has a love for GI Joe and other action movies. I blame her dad. (Kidding.) I sit in a spot where I say that she dressed as those things and Storm Shadow. Grandma was a little put out because K chooses "boy" costumes, but it is Halloween. Have at it. You can be anything you want to be. I've had people question her like of "boy" themed things. "Are you sure SHE likes Star Wars?" Yup. She's pretty well educated about things of Star Wars, The Hulk, GI Joe and Indiana Jones. Again, her dad. Sure shooting that knowledge isn't coming from me. Nah. I'm the alternative music teacher for her. She doesn't get into 1D or any crappy girl music like that. Kiddo loves Pearl Jam (and for true PJ fans, she is a B/R/Y and Gremmie kind of kid), The Cure, Jack White and Ben Folds. She just can't dig dad's Norwegian Black Metal. ;)
Just last night, K told me that she had been invited to a birthday party this weekend for one of the boys in her class. C has been in class with K since 1st grade. Both have a love for Star Wars. I texted his mom to say that K was talking about the party, but forgot the invite at school. She texted me back that C wanted "no girls" but then she mentioned K and he consented. K will be the only girl at the boy bowling party. I texted Charla back and said that K will be just fine with all of the boys. C knows that, too. You see, C is moderately autistic and K has kind of been a constant for him in class. He'll cry or have particular issues. Despite this, K is probably one of the very few kids that has NOT made fun of him. We've talked about how C's brain works a little differently than everyone else's. She understands. She has a tender heart and I know that C's mom knows that K has been a quiet supporter of C for quite some time.
So yes, I'll probably be flogged with a wet noodle over this post. It's okay. I'm good with constructive criticism. Not everyone parents the same and not every text book is the way we need to raise our kids. It is a case by case basis, but even such-- I wouldn't send my son with a backpack full well knowing that he's gonna get the snot kicked out of him. That's the kind of bullying that you can prevent.
I get it. There are those out there that will say that I would be stifling creativity and all that. Whatever you choose for your child is your own business, but I wouldn't send him with the backpack.
Why? Basically, why on earth would you encourage your child to take something to school that you know that the likelihood of them getting the crap beat out of them is pretty high? In many ways, it isn't right. However, I look at it and say, school is tough enough. Why make it harder?
School was not fun for me. I was made fun of for everything. I have curly hair. I would develop what my friend would refer to as "horns" that my mom would have to trim off. My bangs would get so long that they would curl on either side. It may have seemed rude for my friend to tell me this, but I'd rather know. We were poor, so our wardrobes were definitely not in the higher class stores as my classmates had. We shopped at Kmart and the Salvage Freight. Bad clothes and bad hair? Check and check. Let's not forget about my teeth! My teeth were one hot mess and believe me, people noticed and made fun. Mom would pack my lunch and I remember once having a boy ask me, "Are you going to eat all of that?" It was a big baked chicken breast wrapped in foil. I was in 7th grade and wanted to crawl under the desk. Most of the time, we got the free school lunch and everyone knew it since they didn't issue new lunch tickets for us each week. Yup. Got made fun of for that. I was a studious kid in high school and an art student. Oh, yes. That had "hot!" written all over it.
For several years, I have told K, "You will be made fun of. No matter what you do, you will always be made fun of at school for something stupid. It is my job to help cut down on those opportunities." What am I talking about? K starting wearing deodorant in the 1st grade because she needed it. No need to get the name "stinky" in the 1st grade. That is the kind of being made fun of I'm talking about. "Brush your hair and brush your teeth." If your teeth are caked in funk and your hair looks like a rat's nest, you might be made fun of. K's has a lot of hair, but it is baby fine. If a 2 MPH wind comes by, she ends up with a ton of tangles. Still, we try.
My daughter has speech issues. She went through a lot of speech therapy and things have gotten a lot better. She is still plagued by some but she WAS made fun of for her speech-- in Kindergarten. Those two girls who made fun of her for a few weeks are still not girls that she takes a particular liking to. Speech was something that she was working on, but to ask her if she was "speaking Chinese" or "speaking Polish" was something that didn't skip past K's attention. It hurt. She cried. You know what? It didn't kill her and I didn't intervene. I didn't jump in and save her. I gave her some coping strategies and things to say. Finally, it stopped. Funny thing is that one of the two girls has speech that isn't so perfect herself.
Now on to MLP. My daughter has a love for Star Wars. I mean, she named our new cat Leia. She has dressed as Darth Vader, Princess Leia and Queen Amidala. She also has a love for GI Joe and other action movies. I blame her dad. (Kidding.) I sit in a spot where I say that she dressed as those things and Storm Shadow. Grandma was a little put out because K chooses "boy" costumes, but it is Halloween. Have at it. You can be anything you want to be. I've had people question her like of "boy" themed things. "Are you sure SHE likes Star Wars?" Yup. She's pretty well educated about things of Star Wars, The Hulk, GI Joe and Indiana Jones. Again, her dad. Sure shooting that knowledge isn't coming from me. Nah. I'm the alternative music teacher for her. She doesn't get into 1D or any crappy girl music like that. Kiddo loves Pearl Jam (and for true PJ fans, she is a B/R/Y and Gremmie kind of kid), The Cure, Jack White and Ben Folds. She just can't dig dad's Norwegian Black Metal. ;)
Just last night, K told me that she had been invited to a birthday party this weekend for one of the boys in her class. C has been in class with K since 1st grade. Both have a love for Star Wars. I texted his mom to say that K was talking about the party, but forgot the invite at school. She texted me back that C wanted "no girls" but then she mentioned K and he consented. K will be the only girl at the boy bowling party. I texted Charla back and said that K will be just fine with all of the boys. C knows that, too. You see, C is moderately autistic and K has kind of been a constant for him in class. He'll cry or have particular issues. Despite this, K is probably one of the very few kids that has NOT made fun of him. We've talked about how C's brain works a little differently than everyone else's. She understands. She has a tender heart and I know that C's mom knows that K has been a quiet supporter of C for quite some time.
So yes, I'll probably be flogged with a wet noodle over this post. It's okay. I'm good with constructive criticism. Not everyone parents the same and not every text book is the way we need to raise our kids. It is a case by case basis, but even such-- I wouldn't send my son with a backpack full well knowing that he's gonna get the snot kicked out of him. That's the kind of bullying that you can prevent.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
In my advanced age, I'm now beginning to attract seniors.
I was hit on by a 65 year old man yesterday. I'm not 65. I'm not close. Since I'm 40, he could be my father.
The gentleman came in, was a bit talkative and I was kind. Toni, my coworker, was working in a case and he was reaching in all over the place and wrecking it by knocking everything down. "Sir!" Toni was irritated. We worked together, found what he needed and he was cashing out. Policy is for us to ask for a phone number when writing up the sales slip. Being disobedient, I only take it for checks and credit cards. He gave me a credit card, since it was unsigned, I asked for identification, then a phone number.
He looks at me, gets a weird smirk then points at his naked ring finger.
(I always wear my engagement ring and wedding band, so my marital status wasn't in question.)
"Oh, no! That's not why I was asking! We only ask in case you leave something behind and since you only have 2 items, I trust that you'll have them with you."
It was at this time that he tried to give his phone number to me.
"I'm good. I know that you have your things."
Really? I turn 40 and while I know that I don't look like I've walked off of the Prom Court, I'm now beginning to attract folks that qualify for Medicare?
I texted my mom about it. Her response, "Sorry."
I could hear her laughing in that text.
The gentleman came in, was a bit talkative and I was kind. Toni, my coworker, was working in a case and he was reaching in all over the place and wrecking it by knocking everything down. "Sir!" Toni was irritated. We worked together, found what he needed and he was cashing out. Policy is for us to ask for a phone number when writing up the sales slip. Being disobedient, I only take it for checks and credit cards. He gave me a credit card, since it was unsigned, I asked for identification, then a phone number.
He looks at me, gets a weird smirk then points at his naked ring finger.
(I always wear my engagement ring and wedding band, so my marital status wasn't in question.)
"Oh, no! That's not why I was asking! We only ask in case you leave something behind and since you only have 2 items, I trust that you'll have them with you."
It was at this time that he tried to give his phone number to me.
"I'm good. I know that you have your things."
Really? I turn 40 and while I know that I don't look like I've walked off of the Prom Court, I'm now beginning to attract folks that qualify for Medicare?
I texted my mom about it. Her response, "Sorry."
I could hear her laughing in that text.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Getting paid to spend money.
I was out this weekend with work on a buying trip. To go buying with someone else's money for three days straight sounds like a dream to some but y'all, it is exhausting.
I left at 5:45 AM to pick up my boss's daughter and off we were. We got to our destination in a 2 hour time block and I admit that the time flew. If you think that I can talk, L talks me under the table. The time spent with her was truly wonderful because though I knew her, I never spent time with her. There is 5 years that separate us and when shopping with her mom and the other coworker, we found that we tended to gravitate towards the same items and decline at the same time.
We go as a group of 4. We were shopping for Christmas and for general merchandise. They have me come along because I'm display staff for the one building and I tend to look at things differently. They like to pick out what they like and it is my job to try to wrangle things together into themes. We struggled this year. It isn't a lack of agreeing, but a lack of merchandise that knocked our socks off. Because I was feeling desperate about the lack of themes chosen, I decided to pitch a wild idea. L and K agreed that they liked it. I pitched it to my boss and she said to go for it.
Color me shocked.
The sales reps either loved me or were frustrated by me. They would be pushing hard for crappy stuff and L (the boss) would ask, "So what do you think?" Not all of the time, but plenty of times I told her, "It is lovely, but . . . It just doesn't make me dance . . . I'm not feeling it . . . [or], no." :insert shakes of the head: The last sales rep tries and tries to push and though we've told her no, she'll keep going. L (the boss) just looked at me. "L, it doesn't sell." I'm not a yes woman and that particular sales rep was not having it.
Here's the thing, they get paid to sell things. They also get paid to be good at what they do. To strong arm someone into buying something is just not cool. Occasionally, I heard L (the boss) tell them that the economy was just not what it had been. I can't tell you how many times I heard about how they haven't found that . . . Bull.
When we went, there are usually items or themes that we can adapt and they dazzle us. We were not dazzled. It is going to take a lot more work to make Christmas happen. It's okay. We're happy to do it. Still, we're just not used to the lack of inspiration. Wow.
L (the daughter) and I were off and on our way home on Sunday night. I was so stupid. We stopped in for dinner at an Irish tavern in an Irish town and what did I get? I got a black bean burger. Why is that so wrong? Basically I ordered the fish in a chicken joint. It wasn't all that good and they forgot a condiment. I should have gotten the corned beef and been done with it. We had a nice time talking and again, the time flew on the way back home. I usually get tired, requiring large amounts of caffeine and unrolled windows, but L kept me good and awake. I arrived home at 10 PM and landed back at work 12 hours later. Last night, I fell asleep at 9 PM. Whew. I'm on my way back, but I never sleep well in a hotel room, I wasn't eating as I usually do and I was powering out real Coca Cola to keep focused and moving.
It's exhausting to do nothing but shop. It isn't like Super Market Sweep where you just grab everything you can. You have a lot of things to consider and you certainly don't want to be saddled with merchandise that won't sell. We're there to make the store money and I feel that it is a big responsibility. It's an exhausting responsibility, I'm glad to have it but, I'm glad that I'm back home in my own bed. Word has it that my people missed me, too.
Have a great day!
I left at 5:45 AM to pick up my boss's daughter and off we were. We got to our destination in a 2 hour time block and I admit that the time flew. If you think that I can talk, L talks me under the table. The time spent with her was truly wonderful because though I knew her, I never spent time with her. There is 5 years that separate us and when shopping with her mom and the other coworker, we found that we tended to gravitate towards the same items and decline at the same time.
We go as a group of 4. We were shopping for Christmas and for general merchandise. They have me come along because I'm display staff for the one building and I tend to look at things differently. They like to pick out what they like and it is my job to try to wrangle things together into themes. We struggled this year. It isn't a lack of agreeing, but a lack of merchandise that knocked our socks off. Because I was feeling desperate about the lack of themes chosen, I decided to pitch a wild idea. L and K agreed that they liked it. I pitched it to my boss and she said to go for it.
Color me shocked.
The sales reps either loved me or were frustrated by me. They would be pushing hard for crappy stuff and L (the boss) would ask, "So what do you think?" Not all of the time, but plenty of times I told her, "It is lovely, but . . . It just doesn't make me dance . . . I'm not feeling it . . . [or], no." :insert shakes of the head: The last sales rep tries and tries to push and though we've told her no, she'll keep going. L (the boss) just looked at me. "L, it doesn't sell." I'm not a yes woman and that particular sales rep was not having it.
Here's the thing, they get paid to sell things. They also get paid to be good at what they do. To strong arm someone into buying something is just not cool. Occasionally, I heard L (the boss) tell them that the economy was just not what it had been. I can't tell you how many times I heard about how they haven't found that . . . Bull.
When we went, there are usually items or themes that we can adapt and they dazzle us. We were not dazzled. It is going to take a lot more work to make Christmas happen. It's okay. We're happy to do it. Still, we're just not used to the lack of inspiration. Wow.
L (the daughter) and I were off and on our way home on Sunday night. I was so stupid. We stopped in for dinner at an Irish tavern in an Irish town and what did I get? I got a black bean burger. Why is that so wrong? Basically I ordered the fish in a chicken joint. It wasn't all that good and they forgot a condiment. I should have gotten the corned beef and been done with it. We had a nice time talking and again, the time flew on the way back home. I usually get tired, requiring large amounts of caffeine and unrolled windows, but L kept me good and awake. I arrived home at 10 PM and landed back at work 12 hours later. Last night, I fell asleep at 9 PM. Whew. I'm on my way back, but I never sleep well in a hotel room, I wasn't eating as I usually do and I was powering out real Coca Cola to keep focused and moving.
It's exhausting to do nothing but shop. It isn't like Super Market Sweep where you just grab everything you can. You have a lot of things to consider and you certainly don't want to be saddled with merchandise that won't sell. We're there to make the store money and I feel that it is a big responsibility. It's an exhausting responsibility, I'm glad to have it but, I'm glad that I'm back home in my own bed. Word has it that my people missed me, too.
Have a great day!
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Do you ever feel as if your child is in a constant state of punishment?
I was texting back and forth with a mama who is having liar-liar pants on fire at her house. Her child was ill prepared for homework and so forth.
Gee golly, haven't we played that song here at our house?
Just this morning when getting ready to walk out the door, K says, "Oh, look! I have a reading paper that I forgot to do!" She was very sing songy in her voice and I was not so sing songy. I turned on the mama yell, which I don't like to do but resorted to because I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! It was a full page of words (probably 10-12) that needed looked up in a dictionary. I knew that there was not enough time to look them up in a traditional dictionary, so I took her to my bedroom, pulled the words up in the online Webster's and had her fill the spaces in. Yes, I wanted to send her to school ill-prepared. Yes, I did want her to sink on it. The only saving grace was that the teacher forgot to write it down for the assignment books. It took her an additional 20 minutes and where she had planned on eating breakfast at school, the first bell rang while she was walking down the sidewalk. I asked the cafeteria lady if she had breakfast and she said that she hadn't stopped in for any.
Super. She went without food this morning, but it was a choice.
The child strings her school work out all over the table and her desk. I check over everything in the morning, make certain lines and books are signed and shove it all into the backpack so that she knows I've already trouped through.
She'll be going without TV for the weekend. She is spending one night over at her grandparents and she'll have to tell them why she isn't allowed to watch TV. She had to explain to my MIL why she had to write 3 sentences 140 times for her lying. She's gone without TV for her lack of organization of school work, but never did she have an assignment that hung over until we were getting ready to walk out.
I'm frustrated. I know that the kids are frustrated because of the teachers being frustrated about all of the changes to the changes to the changes in education. Everything is up in the air and our air is far too cold for them to go out to enjoy because we get a snowstorm every other day.
I feel like a mom who only punishes. UGH!
Gee golly, haven't we played that song here at our house?
Just this morning when getting ready to walk out the door, K says, "Oh, look! I have a reading paper that I forgot to do!" She was very sing songy in her voice and I was not so sing songy. I turned on the mama yell, which I don't like to do but resorted to because I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! It was a full page of words (probably 10-12) that needed looked up in a dictionary. I knew that there was not enough time to look them up in a traditional dictionary, so I took her to my bedroom, pulled the words up in the online Webster's and had her fill the spaces in. Yes, I wanted to send her to school ill-prepared. Yes, I did want her to sink on it. The only saving grace was that the teacher forgot to write it down for the assignment books. It took her an additional 20 minutes and where she had planned on eating breakfast at school, the first bell rang while she was walking down the sidewalk. I asked the cafeteria lady if she had breakfast and she said that she hadn't stopped in for any.
Super. She went without food this morning, but it was a choice.
The child strings her school work out all over the table and her desk. I check over everything in the morning, make certain lines and books are signed and shove it all into the backpack so that she knows I've already trouped through.
She'll be going without TV for the weekend. She is spending one night over at her grandparents and she'll have to tell them why she isn't allowed to watch TV. She had to explain to my MIL why she had to write 3 sentences 140 times for her lying. She's gone without TV for her lack of organization of school work, but never did she have an assignment that hung over until we were getting ready to walk out.
I'm frustrated. I know that the kids are frustrated because of the teachers being frustrated about all of the changes to the changes to the changes in education. Everything is up in the air and our air is far too cold for them to go out to enjoy because we get a snowstorm every other day.
I feel like a mom who only punishes. UGH!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
In like a lion . . . with blizzard-like conditions.
Winter Storm Watch
URGENT - WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE CLEVELAND OH 407 AM EDT TUE MAR 11 2014 .LOW PRESSURE WILL MOVE THROUGH THE LOWER OHIO VALLEY LATE TUESDAY NIGHT INTO WEDNESDAY. RAIN WILL MOVE INTO THE AREA AHEAD OF THE LOW TUESDAY NIGHT. THE RAIN WILL CHANGE TO SNOW BY SUNRISE ACROSS NORTHWEST OHIO AND SPREAD EASTWARD ON WEDNESDAY AS COLDER AIR MOVES IN BEHIND THE LOW. A PERIOD OF FREEZING RAIN IS ALSO POSSIBLE BEFORE CHANGING TO ALL SNOW. BASED ON THE CURRENT TRACK OF THE STORM...SNOWFALL SHOULD BE HIGHEST ACROSS NORTHERN OHIO INTO NORTHWEST PENNSYLVANIA WITH DECREASING AMOUNTS FURTHER SOUTH. A GLAZE OF ICE HOWEVER WILL ALSO BE POSSIBLE. MEDINA-SUMMIT-PORTAGE-TRUMBULL-RICHLAND-ASHLAND-WAYNE- INCLUDING THE CITIES OF...MEDINA...AKRON...RAVENNA...WARREN... MANSFIELD...ASHLAND...WOOSTER 407 AM EDT TUE MAR 11 2014 ...WINTER STORM WATCH REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM WEDNESDAY MORNING THROUGH LATE WEDNESDAY NIGHT... * ACCUMULATIONS...3 TO 6 INCHES OF SNOW ALONG WITH A GLAZE OF ICE. * TIMING...RAIN WILL OCCUR MUCH OF TUESDAY NIGHT INTO WEDNESDAY MORNING. THE RAIN WILL CHANGE TO SNOW BY LATE MORNING AND CONTINUE THROUGH THE AFTERNOON. AS THE RAIN TRANSITIONS TO SNOW THERE COULD BE A PERIOD OF FREEZING RAIN. THE HEAVIEST SNOW SHOULD OCCUR WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON INTO THE EVENING COMMUTE. THE SNOW WILL SLOWLY TAPER OFF OVERNIGHT BUT THERE MAY BE SOME LAKE EFFECT SNOW SHOWERS THAT PERSIST INTO THURSDAY MORNING. * WINDS...NORTH 15 TO 30 MPH WITH GUSTS UP TO 40 MPH POSSIBLE. * IMPACTS...ACCUMULATING SNOW ALONG WITH A GLAZE OF ICE WILL SLOW TRAVEL ACROSS THE REGION AND MAKE ANY UNTREATED SURFACES SLICK.
Here we go again. It could be way worse, but at mid-March, I've been clearing beds and planting snap peas. There is none of that right now. :(
I don't know why blogger doesn't like the NWS report, so I apologize for the splits in words. I tried to fix it and I give up.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
I talked about my child and lying lately. Oh, it isn't me lying. It is K.
Hubs asked her to clean her bedroom yesterday. I wasn't aware and since the cat roams upstairs, she had her door shut. He came home, checked the room and informed her that she hadn't cleaned. "I did a little." Perhaps she did, but she didn't get it done as asked. Okay, no TV until it is complete.
Fast forward to today. We all went to church. K and I stayed behind for the all-you-can-eat taco bar put on by the youth as a fundraiser. (I'm still full.) We got home and K was to get to cleaning her room. She piddled around in there for a few and announced that she was done. Hubs informed her otherwise. Rinse and repeat a few times. Finally when the room was possibly doable, Hubs asked about sweeping.
"I did sweep."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I'm sitting and taking the conversation in.
"But I didn't hear the sweeper."
"Oh, I swept with my hands."
"No, K. You have to sweep with the sweeper."
10 minutes goes by. She announces that she was done.
"You swept with the sweeper?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Funny, because I didn't hear it."
"Oh, I, um, swept with the little sweeper."
I couldn't take it anymore.
"This sweeper?"
"Yes!"
I flick the switch and it is dead. It is not working. It is cordless and dead, dead. I had been sitting in the living room folding laundry and knew she hadn't taken it anyhow.
"Oh, well, maybe. I forget."
Really?
I gave her 100 times to write. She lied repeatedly and each time got another sentence.
So for now, she is writing 130 times. She keeps begging for us to go on a walk. We would go, but since she's only on 40 and it has been hours, I don't see it happening for a long time.
Wish me well. It's wearing both of us out. Even Hubs said to me that he feels bad because it seems like she is always punished. We ask simple things of her. We ask her to be honest, to do her homework and turn it in when due, to keep a clean room and to do a few chores around the house. We don't run a child work camp and it isn't like the child can't breathe right. Something has to break, right?
Hubs asked her to clean her bedroom yesterday. I wasn't aware and since the cat roams upstairs, she had her door shut. He came home, checked the room and informed her that she hadn't cleaned. "I did a little." Perhaps she did, but she didn't get it done as asked. Okay, no TV until it is complete.
Fast forward to today. We all went to church. K and I stayed behind for the all-you-can-eat taco bar put on by the youth as a fundraiser. (I'm still full.) We got home and K was to get to cleaning her room. She piddled around in there for a few and announced that she was done. Hubs informed her otherwise. Rinse and repeat a few times. Finally when the room was possibly doable, Hubs asked about sweeping.
"I did sweep."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I'm sitting and taking the conversation in.
"But I didn't hear the sweeper."
"Oh, I swept with my hands."
"No, K. You have to sweep with the sweeper."
10 minutes goes by. She announces that she was done.
"You swept with the sweeper?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Funny, because I didn't hear it."
"Oh, I, um, swept with the little sweeper."
I couldn't take it anymore.
"This sweeper?"
"Yes!"
I flick the switch and it is dead. It is not working. It is cordless and dead, dead. I had been sitting in the living room folding laundry and knew she hadn't taken it anyhow.
"Oh, well, maybe. I forget."
Really?
I gave her 100 times to write. She lied repeatedly and each time got another sentence.
"When I lie, I know it is wrong. Lying gives me a double punishment. I know when I am lying and God does, too."She has given us a hard time. She has had a fit. She even lied again about leaving her room and going to complain to her dad about the writing. She lied when I asked if she left her room. "No." "Really, but I heard you."
So for now, she is writing 130 times. She keeps begging for us to go on a walk. We would go, but since she's only on 40 and it has been hours, I don't see it happening for a long time.
Wish me well. It's wearing both of us out. Even Hubs said to me that he feels bad because it seems like she is always punished. We ask simple things of her. We ask her to be honest, to do her homework and turn it in when due, to keep a clean room and to do a few chores around the house. We don't run a child work camp and it isn't like the child can't breathe right. Something has to break, right?
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