first, i gotta say this-- baby brodie has a problem -- he has fallen in the parents magazine competition !  how? i don't know.  someone isn't bein loyal to him.  y'all need to vote.  it only takes a second.  mamma needs a vacuum !  :))
c'mon. you can vote once a day.. and i won't stop askin til the competition is over -- so just vote so i can write about  other stuff in soulland -- not someone elses land. k?
http://photos.parents.com/category/vote/id/6/w/09/y/2010?page=519&esrc=
such as the juicy gossip y'all wanna know -- like what my child did to me yesterday.  isn't that what ya wanna know?  looks like it from the comments yesterday.  ya buncha hen partyin fools.  :))  i wish for one day we could chill together at the soul crib -- or the fishin pond -- and just BS the day away.  that would just be the shiznit-- for me anyhow.
so.  ya want me to make my kid look like a bad girl eh?
i used to that on an almost daily basis around here.  course... she almost deserved it back then.  and really-- if i didn't blow of steam here?  i might have died.  literally.  it almost came to that. i really did have many physical weird and out of the ordinary things happen to me for a while.  i do relate a lot of it to the stress an helplessness i was dealing with during that time.  not 'blame'.. just -- relate.
so anyhow-- the girl has come a long way since last year. y'all know that.  she's a whole different animal.  but-- she still knows how to get what she wants.  and she can do it with me, better, smoother, and easier than with her dad-- and she knows it-- she knows my weaknesses-- and i have many.  i don't think it's right-- and i won't make excuses for her.  i find it very wrong-- and hurtful. 
so.  here's the deal.  please keep your parenting and other opinions to yourself. the situation has been dealt with as her dad and i felt best already here at home. ok?
anyhow-- what happened was--
it was early in the morning.  which isn't a good time for me to think, or make decisions anyhow. 
i had a hard time gettin her out of bed as it was, but she finally gets up and comes downstairs.  oh- not to mention the fact that i had to actually go UP to wake her up-- i usually call her cell to wake her up. that, didn't make me happy. [btw- first time i've been upstairs since the trauma of the dresser battle :))  ]
i'm still on my first cuppa coffee -- really not a good time to deal with any damn thing.
  we at this point have about 45 minutes before we have to leave for school- so we chat a little like we do almost every day.  no big deal right?
well.. time starts slippin by-- i finally ask if what she's wearin is what she's gonna wear to school.  she says no.  i'm like -- well, you better go get changed.
she says -- i will. we're talkin.
-- this same thing is said uncountable times over the next two hours --- yeh, i shityounot.
along with --
 it's my birthday.
i'm not going to school
i have to clean upstairs for my party
and numerous other 'excuses, and i don't know what to say'
during this period of time-- i can't tell you how many times i told her to get ready and go to school.  i threatened to call the truancy officer-- i even went so far as to 'fake call' them.... know what she did?  she came and physically took my phone away from me.!
i threatened to call her school principal.  i didn't though.
i can't call her dad at work-- because he is an instructor. and i never know when he is in class -- she knows i can't call him.
dammit i wish i could tho.  cuz he puts the fear of God into her.  me?  obviously not.
she thought the whole thing was a joke -- while in the meantime-- i was having a literal anxiety attack/ panick attack .  i KNOW she knew it-- cuz she kept telling me to calm down, settle down etc-- and i wasn't raising my voice or anything-- it must've showed on my face-- well, that or the fact that i was holding my chest-- couldn't breathe right --  or some such other clue. ugh.
i just couldn't believe this was happening -- between me and my CHILD.
MY mom?  she woulda flew across the room in a rage and beat my ass -- all the way to school !!!  seriously.  of course-- i feared her like no other-- and i would have never even attempted such a stunt.
but yeh.  yesterday was the FIFTH.  soulkids 'birthday' is on the 9th.  her party is TONIGHT.
i was completely under the belief -- not just understanding-- but i believed in my SOUL-- that yesterday was not only her party-- but her BIRTHDAY as well.  her 'sweet sixteen", no less.
even so-- i wanted to make her go to school.... but i knew - know i cannot 'do ' a thing physically - to 'make her.'
she fears my discipline in no form or fashion. 
she stayed home from school...
the only time she felt anything about the whole thing -- taking advantage of me-- consequences that we as parents could face for her amount of absences, all of it-- wasn't until soulman called on his lunch break -- boy i tell ya -- i took mine-- but she got it a lot worse than i did.  he thought i shoulda done more-- but i reminded him that a dresser kicked my ass -- wth am i sposed to do -- i have zero strength left and SHE would fight back!
he called her phone and man-o-man.  she will never try that shit again-- i KNOW this.  NO ONE wants soulman yellin at em.  not even a grown man.  he's scary.  even tho you KNOW he would never hit ya with his anaconda arms-- just his voice-- even on the phone will make ya cry.  and i knew from the beginning he would be pissed --- and he was more than pissed.
next time-- if there is one-- i really will call the police--- fo shizzle--
now i have to go--
happy days -- it's saturday :))
g'bye
 
 
4 comments:
Well good heavens...kids. Little buttheads, each and every one of them.
But then, they do something very good and sweet and melt a mothers heart. It's a good thing, eh?
Happy Satuday.
Hugs. :)
you got that right-- and she does that well too-- and often as well.
and yeh-- it IS a good thing ..
litle turds-- gotta love em right?
well that, or kill em :))
Lordy, Lordy,,,what did we ever do to deserve the lot we put up with in this life? I drove to the police station this morning, was going to take Zach in for a tour of the cells,,he cried and begged and I relented, but he drives me INSANE every morning before his meds take effect.
ahhh. the little shit.
I must say that's one my kids never thought of. lol
Would have liked to been a fly on the wall when daddy-o yelled at her.
Thrilled that mine are grown :))
Where's the party pics?
Love me
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