But right now I wish it was bed time.
I have this foster son who is feeling inferior for something. I don't know what exactly. I'll figure it out later.
He is trying to convince me that he was trained for special forces as a sharp shooter at age 11.
Uhm, okay. I didn't join the military but I haven't heard of 11 year olds being trained in THIS country for military special forces.
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Miss Sassy Pants (formerly known as Mini Me) gave us so much attitude that I took her phone away. We told her to do her chores. She looked at the chore list and saw that it was clean and vacuum the living room. She wanted to know WHY she had to clean it and why she couldn't just vacuum around the stuff. WHY does she have to clean it up for everyone else?
I told her that question didn't warrant a response from me.
The taking of her phone resulted in an immediate change of attitude and upon returning from picking Tree Monkey up from dance she was a polishing away at cleaning the house. Guess we know what her motivation is.
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Oldest is mad at me. He wants a dog. He doesn't help around the house. He doesn't do his chores. When asked to do something he does a poor job and doesn't finish. I told him to change his behaviors and then the next time the opportunity poses itself he will be in a good position to bargain.
He asked me if he did good for a week then would I let him have the dog?
Bahahahahahahahaha!
*clears throat*
Yeah. That hasn't worked since he was 9. Good effort though. It's gonna take a lot longer than a week. I've got enough on my plate so there's no need to add any more, thanks though.
He has been looking for an apartment that will let him have the dog. He has poor money management skills and doesn't seem to understand that he can't support himself and a dog, too. If he is even lucky enough to find an apartment that will let him have the dog.
Sure wish I could reach him on that one.
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Getting used to the dietary changes. Beginning to learn more and more ways to prepare food and liking most of it. Not feeling increased energy like I'd hoped. There are some other things the doctor can look at - if I ask him to.
There are enough benefits that it's worth continuing for me.
Like . . . oh . . . say something like
well . . .
perhaps . . .
something like . . .
getting back into my pair of skinny jeans- even if they are only one size smaller. :D
Well it's time to go listen to more stories and finish watching October Sky (edited on TV thank Heaven) and then
7 comments:
I have heard that when you stop eating junky stuff, especially sugar and such, that after a few weeks of being off of it you will start to feel kind of cruddy while your body gets rid of all the toxins built up in it.
Who knows, maybe you will get more energy as time goes by. Your body is still getting used to the new diet.
I don't think that any of those things warrants you losing your chance at Mother of the Year... no worries!
Sometimes you just NEED to gripe! We'll listen.
Yay for getting into smaller jeans! :)
October Sky is so good!
Venting is always good--especially when it's on paper (or on the computer ; )
Great job on the smaller jeans.
I LOVE October Sky.
Sounds crazy! Hope you are doing well..
Poor teens :( It's so hard having chores :(
WOO HOOO for fitting in smaller sizes!
Sounds to me like you are right on track for Mother of the year.
Good thinking on the phone removal!
And "That hasn't worked since he was 9" made me laugh out loud.
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