So I’m not an artist and this photo isn’t great. It’s late and I’m trying to keep the lights down low so everyone can sleep. That’s right. They sleep while I work, empty the dishwasher, take out the garbage, clean toilets, fix lunches…and E-Gads…try to use the kids’ bathroom with the toilet paper flap down. Again. How many times can you politely ask? How many times can you sternly explain? What does it take to make someone understand that the things they are doing just don’t fit the mold?
Back up, this is supposed to be Wordless Wednesday but I have many words. Bare with me. The step on me daughter moved in last May. It’s been a LONG 11 months. So, so long. There have been issues that I don’t care to discuss right now. But aside from the big things, there have been major little things that have bugged the crap out of me. Seriously, if it weren’t for the BIG things (like letters threatening my well-being and silly shit like that) I wouldn’t stress so much over the little things. But this kid is 12.
She should be held accountable for some things. She should do some chores. Something! But she does nothing (other than that sabotage thing of course…seriously shameless lying is not acceptable). And so the little things that she does that are totally opposite from what I ask of my family totally urk me. Again, she does no chores so I should be afforded my little “oddities” right?
Tonight I took a stand. I childishly labeled surfaces around the household. Apparently “parenting” doesn’t work so I’m resorting to preschool methods and I’m writing little notes.
First, toilet paper. Flap over. Always. A year of hearing this should be enough. It wasn’t. I left a note with visual instructions. I don’t draw well but she should get the picture. One would hope anyway.
But I didn’t stop there. This seemed like a good idea (in my head) so I moved right along to other areas that needed to be addressed. That had been addressed but ignored. I marked the pantry “Please take only one breakfast item before school” because you know, 2 Poptarts and 2 Blueberry Waffles seems a little excessive to me.
Then I marked the bathroom mirror with “Please clean your toothpaste and hair out of the sink before leaving for school” because that sounded reasonable to me as well and shouldn’t be something I have to do on a daily basis for a 12 year old.
Then I moved on to the dishwasher. You know, the one I never fill since I don’t use dishes since I rarely eat and all but I always empty? Yea, that dishwasher. That’s tagged with “Please wash your peanut butter knives off before putting them in here”. Seriously. She puts them in there with GLOBS of peanut butter on them, all the way to the top of the knife, every day.
OK, so I’m being childish with the notes around the house but it is what it is. I’m tired of it. Couple all of the “violations” with eye rolling, sassy talk, disrespect, lying, and stealing and you can’t blame me. I need to break through. Her parents don’t so maybe I will. With my childishness. I’ve tried the parent route and have been shunned and laughed at. I’ve been disrespected and it’s time to take a stand.
Maybe by “posting the rules”, I’ll get somewhere. Heaven knows I haven’t gotten anywhere with verbal words. Fingers crossed. Sorry for the rant. It’s been a long LONG year. Is school out yet?
Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 27 to 8. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.
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