Teacher asked her if her parent's saw the note home and Emeline told her, "Oh they saw it and they don't care how I act in school."
Ha! She's got balls, I'll give her that.
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Teacher asked her if her parent's saw the note home and Emeline told her, "Oh they saw it and they don't care how I act in school."
Ha! She's got balls, I'll give her that.
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PS, Aims, if it helps, when I'm really frustrated, I find myself whining to myself, "Why can't we set clear boundries and consequences like J & A do??? Why are we freaking PUSHOVERS???"
Why can't we set clear boundries and consequences like J & A do???
It must be the initials - my neighbors who are also a J&A are *way* better at that stuff for their son than we are for D. (The only TV their son has ever seen was the World Series. I'm not sure he knows there is anything on TV other than baseball.)
Aims, if it helps, when I'm really frustrated, I find myself whining to myself, "Why can't we set clear boundries and consequences like J & A do??? Why are we freaking PUSHOVERS???"
Ok, that makes me smile. In a semi-ironic way. Because I totally see myself on the bottom rung of the parenting ladder of success here.
I'm pretty certain I'd be the bottom rung. It's one of the reasons I stick with having pets.
Oh, Aims. {{{}}} and hairpets, indeed. I wish you and Joe well, trying to solve this.
Hey, and you can always threat sending her to Israel. Maybe exchanging her with a baby camel. I promise I'll take good care of her, though I have no idea where to score a baby camel. But I'll try and find one for you.
You find that camel and you totally have a deal.
Emeline even knew some Hebrew at one point in time. She's probably lost it from not using it as much, but she's teachable. Mostly.
I'm such a coward, all this parenting stuff just makes me so bloody grateful that I didn't have kids. So much potential for catastrophe. At least when the cat does something horrific you can throw it outside in the snowstorm to learn the error of its ways.
"Oh they saw it and they don't care how I act in school."
Ooo, fibbing snap!
Is she getting less outside play due to the cold weather? It struck me that that could be a factor.
I've had a PB&J sandwich, a donut, a large choc chip cookie, and two cups of coffee so far today. My eyeballs are vibrating. I didn't used to eat like shit, I swear.
Ha! She's got balls, I'll give her that.
I'm still laughing.
I know. It's not funny. It's really tough. Raising a kid to be a good person is not for the faint of heart. {{{Aims}}}