Wednesday, February 27, 2013


I wish I could say that with happiness in my voice, but I can't. Whitney is home from school and is crabby about it. She wants to see her friends. So I told her that was fine. Though no one is coming over until our home is cleaned up. It's not trashed like it normally is after I am sick. I have been trying to keep up with it. I'm still a little sick, I don't think I have a fever but my stomach isn't feeling the best. So we need to get dressed, the dishes need to be washed, the bathroom needs to be cleaned and beds need to be made. Well Whitney just gave me a look like, "well if dishes need to be cleaned, why are you on the computer?" This is where she is lucky the computer is in the way of me getting up and beating her. It is not my job to wash all of the dishes and she needs to help around here. I don't want to have anyone over now. I would love to just leave her home with her sister and go run the errands I need to run. Why don't I just do that? I don't know. Last year she had a very bad few days at school and she got in trouble for not getting home in the time she said she was going to. The next day Chris and I woke up to her being gone. She ran away. That was one of the hardest days in my life. Chris found her, but that was only after I call the police and tried calling a couple other people. So now I guess I am a little scared to push her to much. On the other hand I just want to shake her. Who does she think she is? She is a part of this family and she needs to help out. Now more that she wants her friends to come over. Why is that something that is so hard to understand? This is a lesson that has been so hard for her to learn. Cause and Effect. I am one to follow through, so what am I doing wrong? She is dressed and has done some of the dishes. 

Now for the three year old!! She is driving me nuts also. Jumping on the couch and not listening. I am getting very sick of telling her no over and over again. Why do children have to push buttons? 

By the way, I have never hit my girls. The thought is enough to calm me down. Yes I yell, but never, ever hit. I just wanted that to be clear just in case someone reads this and thinks something crazy. 
Thanks for letting me vent, now onto the rest of the day. Yippee!!

1 comment:

  1. You can't live in fear of what she's going to do, or she will run the household. I think this is what is meant by the whole spare the rod, spoil the child thing. Not necessarily beating them literally. But with a lack of discipline, you spoil the child. I know I'm giving advice, without having been there myself, at least on the parenting end. But what my mom did with me in these kinds of situations was give me a list of things that I had to do in order to get what I wanted. If I finished the list, I got what I wanted. If not, I didn't. And when she got sick of looking at me she sent me to my room. Yes, I did run away once, to my sister's house. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be.