Monica and the Boss are visiting Grandma and Grandpa in Washington, D.C. for a little R&R leaving me here where the natives aren't always friendly.
Yesterday, Squeaker got mad because she couldn't put a movie on so she stomped up the stairs and slammed her door. I am so done with door slamming around here.
The room she just moved out of has a cracked door, patch on the wall, scraped door jam and loose door knob from several angry door slammers. I really don't want that to happen again, so I followed her upstairs and offered to escort her around the house since she will soon lose the privilege of opening and closing doors for herself. Then I reminded her that she already lost the privilege of being upstairs without permission. Snort. Eyeroll. (That was her, not me.)
She spent the next half hour stalking around the kitchen shooting me dirty looks and muttering under her breath. I didn't even bother to ask. The following half hour was full of nonsense babble at extremely high volume which also included bizarre threats to one of the rats. Don't ask.
I have yet to find out if Squeaker's mood has improved. Both she and Lucky overslept this morning and I only saw them for a minute while I was giving meds with one hand and pushing them out the front door with the other.
Showing posts with label moods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moods. Show all posts
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Moody
Squeaker's mood has been fine but mine has not. I am exceedingly grouchy this week. It would kind of help if kids would stop asking me for things (especially when I am already in bed or not yet out of bed or just starting to do something else) and if some kids could be a lot less loudly shrill and if the fifth-wheel dog would quit peeing all over the place and making a big mess in the garage and if people wouldn't eat my restaurant leftovers when I was planning on making that my breakfast.
However, it's not really anybody else, it's just me not working hard enough at keeping my head in the right place....also this rotten, thumping two-day-old headache.
However, it's not really anybody else, it's just me not working hard enough at keeping my head in the right place....also this rotten, thumping two-day-old headache.
Monday, November 3, 2008
The Party's Over
Grandma left today and the old snarky Squeaker returned.
Three weeks ago she rearranged her school schedule to join choir. She called me and begged....please, please, please...you know I've always wanted to sing. I agreed hesitantly when she was on the phone. It turned into a bit of a problem because I had some reservations about her joining and when I did not show the proper amount of enthusiasm she turned it into an afternoon scream-fest. Her behavior addressed and sorted out, she started the following Monday. She neglected to tell me she had two performances that week. For one I had to take her early to school (she normally rides the bus) and the other was on a Saturday where we already had plans. She also forgot to mention that before those performances I had to buy her school choir shirt and make sure she had black pants and shoes to wear. Grumble, grumble, grumble....but I did it.
In the midst of this she also decided to join the basketball team at school. I had already said no to this because she is involved in cheer and too many activities for her are not a good thing. That turned into a rip-roaring, multi-day, screaming, door slamming tantrum.
Last week she had to be dropped off early again to be measured for the dress which we will need to buy for more formal concerts. Okay, did it, done. No, I cannot donate sodas for your fundraiser car wash, so sorry.
Then on Friday of last week she announced that she was dropping choir to become an aide in the office. Huh? What's up with that? Screaming, door slamming, F-word spewage, since you ask.
Today the real? truth came out. She had an incident with one of the girls in the class. Squeaker did nothing wrong, the girl just hates her. So she asked to get out of the class so she wouldn't lose it and get suspended. Her counselor really does want her to be an office aide though.
Wait, don't like that one? Well, the plan was to join choir because she needed an elective in order to become office aide. She only took the class so she could drop and become an office aide. Real-ly? So glad I scrambled around (on my birthday!) to get her to all her performances and bought her outfit and endured her tantrums about getting into the class.
Well, what if there's a problem as office aide? There won't be because the only other kid is her best-best friend. REAL-LY? And they get to go around together without a teacher to deliver notices to the classrooms. Oh, so fun.
So of course there won't be a problem. The only problem is that I won't give her a chance. I obviously just want to pick a fight since I am even questioning this move. She is going to trust her kids. I'm giving that the "Snark of the Day" award. So far she's lied and manipulated to get to be office aide and her counselor and resource teacher think it's a good move and I'm the mean, old witch because I'm not on board.
She acted like a horse's patoot all evening, muttered snide comments, told the dog "At least you're loved" and refused meds. SO looking forward to spending the day with her tomorrow because refused meds means no school.
I told her I appreciated her helping me by her actions make the decision about what she's ready for and what she's not. Her reply, "Bite me!"
Yep, so ready to run around campus without adult supervision.
Three weeks ago she rearranged her school schedule to join choir. She called me and begged....please, please, please...you know I've always wanted to sing. I agreed hesitantly when she was on the phone. It turned into a bit of a problem because I had some reservations about her joining and when I did not show the proper amount of enthusiasm she turned it into an afternoon scream-fest. Her behavior addressed and sorted out, she started the following Monday. She neglected to tell me she had two performances that week. For one I had to take her early to school (she normally rides the bus) and the other was on a Saturday where we already had plans. She also forgot to mention that before those performances I had to buy her school choir shirt and make sure she had black pants and shoes to wear. Grumble, grumble, grumble....but I did it.
In the midst of this she also decided to join the basketball team at school. I had already said no to this because she is involved in cheer and too many activities for her are not a good thing. That turned into a rip-roaring, multi-day, screaming, door slamming tantrum.
Last week she had to be dropped off early again to be measured for the dress which we will need to buy for more formal concerts. Okay, did it, done. No, I cannot donate sodas for your fundraiser car wash, so sorry.
Then on Friday of last week she announced that she was dropping choir to become an aide in the office. Huh? What's up with that? Screaming, door slamming, F-word spewage, since you ask.
Today the real? truth came out. She had an incident with one of the girls in the class. Squeaker did nothing wrong, the girl just hates her. So she asked to get out of the class so she wouldn't lose it and get suspended. Her counselor really does want her to be an office aide though.
Wait, don't like that one? Well, the plan was to join choir because she needed an elective in order to become office aide. She only took the class so she could drop and become an office aide. Real-ly? So glad I scrambled around (on my birthday!) to get her to all her performances and bought her outfit and endured her tantrums about getting into the class.
Well, what if there's a problem as office aide? There won't be because the only other kid is her best-best friend. REAL-LY? And they get to go around together without a teacher to deliver notices to the classrooms. Oh, so fun.
So of course there won't be a problem. The only problem is that I won't give her a chance. I obviously just want to pick a fight since I am even questioning this move. She is going to trust her kids. I'm giving that the "Snark of the Day" award. So far she's lied and manipulated to get to be office aide and her counselor and resource teacher think it's a good move and I'm the mean, old witch because I'm not on board.
She acted like a horse's patoot all evening, muttered snide comments, told the dog "At least you're loved" and refused meds. SO looking forward to spending the day with her tomorrow because refused meds means no school.
I told her I appreciated her helping me by her actions make the decision about what she's ready for and what she's not. Her reply, "Bite me!"
Yep, so ready to run around campus without adult supervision.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Not A Great Parental Moment
Another profanity-spewing, door slamming morning and afternoon. Getting old. Squeaker lost the privilege to dress up and trick-or-treat or even leave my side at the harvest festival we were getting ready for.
When she refused to get up and out the door so we could drop off two kids for visits and then go for pizza night and to our church's festival, I completely lost patience.
I later apologized and she accepted but I told her that my poor choice of words did not change the fact that her behavior and language all week had been entirely unacceptable. She agreed. I told her which limited privileges she could have for the evening and let her know her conduct would determine if she would be allowed more or less.
She pulled it up and had a pretty good night. I'm exhausted. It was a rough week for everyone. Lots of moodiness and not much cooperation heading into a very busy weekend.
When she refused to get up and out the door so we could drop off two kids for visits and then go for pizza night and to our church's festival, I completely lost patience.
I later apologized and she accepted but I told her that my poor choice of words did not change the fact that her behavior and language all week had been entirely unacceptable. She agreed. I told her which limited privileges she could have for the evening and let her know her conduct would determine if she would be allowed more or less.
She pulled it up and had a pretty good night. I'm exhausted. It was a rough week for everyone. Lots of moodiness and not much cooperation heading into a very busy weekend.
Monday, October 13, 2008
24 Hours
Squeaker and Drama Boy got into a fight on Friday over what movie they were going to watch next. When it started to get ugly, I stepped in and told them they lost the privilege to choose so move away from the tv so I could put something on for the littles.
DB had to be told twice but finally shut his mouth and moved on. Squeaker, as she often does, turned the fight on me when she didn't get what she wanted. Never a good move. She can get pretty gnarly pretty quickly and it's impossible to get her to reign in her temper once she gets going.
I had her sit out for the remainder of the evening and she lost all privileges until she could go 24 hours without talking back or being rude to me or anyone else. Since her "time" was on Saturday she did it easily as we had no other plans that day.
She has maintained a pleasant demeanor through the rest of the weekend and this morning. I wish we could continue this way but her mood changes without warning and often with no apparent provocation. During the week is often the worst because her stress level is higher.
It's tough when you don't enjoy your kid very much a lot of the time.
DB had to be told twice but finally shut his mouth and moved on. Squeaker, as she often does, turned the fight on me when she didn't get what she wanted. Never a good move. She can get pretty gnarly pretty quickly and it's impossible to get her to reign in her temper once she gets going.
I had her sit out for the remainder of the evening and she lost all privileges until she could go 24 hours without talking back or being rude to me or anyone else. Since her "time" was on Saturday she did it easily as we had no other plans that day.
She has maintained a pleasant demeanor through the rest of the weekend and this morning. I wish we could continue this way but her mood changes without warning and often with no apparent provocation. During the week is often the worst because her stress level is higher.
It's tough when you don't enjoy your kid very much a lot of the time.
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