Sometimes I think the whole reason I started this blog was to vent. LOL It really wasn’t. It was originally intended for me to help others going through what I had gone through or was going through. Except now I just like to use it to vent LOL I promise that wasn’t the intention.
So, another situation with the donut and coke eating kid. You know, the teen princess?
It’s 10:15pm right? And she comes to the door of our bedroom directing her entire plea at me. Which while I wish I could be flattered about, and I’m trying to be patient about, I’m the one that gets the most irritated with her and I don’t get why she keeps coming to me. In her daddy’s eyes, she’s perfect. Oh yes blogging friends, she is absolutely the most perfect thirteen year old girl in the whole world and we should seriously consider canonizing her. No - really, we should. At least if you asked her dad, I think he would say. Sadly, my daughter and his other two daughter’s have totally noticed. So has my son. I even blogged about when I wondered How many kids you really had?
Anyway, so she’s now almost in tears telling us she cannot find a worksheet that she has to turn in tomorrow or she’ll get a detention. I find this odd, because most teachers don’t just give detentions to 7th graders for one missed assignment. Especially a very very good student who honestly does her homework regularly and doesn’t get in trouble. She’s usually a great kid.
So now we have to scramble around the house to find this damn thing. Again, I reiterate - it’s 10:15pm.
After 5 minutes of frantic searching in the living room and her bedroom, she decides to look in her book bag. Guess where it was? Yep. So I noticed as she waves it in our face that it is empty. Did you hear me? EMPTY! She didn’t do it yet. That was what she was getting ready to do in her room. She was going to go use a flashlight and do the rest of her homework. *sigh*
Does he get mad at her? Does he say a word to her? No. Nothing. No emotion. No reaction. Nothing. Nada. Silence.
I can assure you that if it was anyone else in this house he would be extremely irritated. Plus, she shares her room with an 8 year old that I quite honestly think should be sound asleep at this point!
I decided not to say a word. The problem is, the tension between us sucks. I’m mad at her. He is oblivious to the whole thing. So I get nowhere. Period. GRRRRRRR…… Step Parenting is just not easy work. Even when I make it sound like its rewarding. It really is just always work. There is never a time where I think it gets easier. New situations arise and you are dealing with something new. I think I’m just gonna go to sleep.
