| I am not sure if because my pain has been on nonstop 10 for the last few weeks or if my boys are truly losing their minds lately. I tell you, they need a grandma that drives and loves them that's retired and will come and get them for their spring break!
Taylor has a fit the other night because I wouldn't let him play any games until he read his 20 minutes for the day. This has been a rule forever. They were not even allowed to play games on a weekday until his teacher told me to give them 1 hour a day IF their homework was done
I figured he was just tired. We all been sick the last few weeks with sore throats and colds. So I do the usual mommy threat , 10 minutes punishment in his room and move on
So the next day he is at it again. They get report cards and Tyler runs straight to my room! "Mommy, look what I got! Look what I did! Can you believe I got all A's and B's again and..."
I ask Taylor for his grades and his reply is "Can I play a game?"
Is he crazy? Did I not ask where his grades were? He keeps going with this for awhile and then goes into all the things that hurt on his body. Finally I tell him I want to see his grades and his father. He comes back with just 1 paper, that's it. Their grades usually have the report card, other things they studied and the last finals they had or whatever. His were all missing
So I ask him one more time. "Get all the papers and your dad or die!" He knows this means no games and that's all he has since we broke, live on a dead end street with no kids (that speak English) and no family or friends to take them out. So no games is worse then actual death haha
He comes back with all papers and everything is great. All A's and B's and no comments (this time) about him talking in class too much. I cant see the problem. I go through rest of papers and he is doing great. THEN I get to the bottom, oh boy. My son, the Divo haha
Got an F on his spelling test and incomplete on his math. Which has never happened ever but still, the actual F is NOT the problem. The problem is on his quiz he failed and I told him all last week to write his words out 5 times and make a sentence with each, as I always do. I told him to finish his math quiz. This is nothing new, not in my house
This boy, my baby, my love , my joy, my heart knew I wasn't well. Knew I couldn't think, was in pain and spending about 1/5th my day in bathroom crying. (thinking I hiding it from them but they too old to hide from now) Knowing that I hate to take pain pills cause then I really cant think. He takes advantage of this and all week slides by with an excuse. NOW he gets an F
He now sees that I don't make them go over work they didn't complete or didn't do well on because I think its fun. Its because they need to know it and the best time to mess up and learn is at home. While he has help and time to learn it. He now understood this and could no longer ask "Well why do I have to do this same work again?"
I felt so bad I couldn't speak. I sent him and his F to his dad and just shook my head. I survived AJ, now 16, to teenagerism. I just got used to Tyler, age 10, and his preteen assholism. Now you telling me, my barely 9 year old wonderful, loving, social, "I love the world, the sun, the trees, God is love and I pray for everyone all day" baby is hitting pre teen assholism already? NO!!!!
Well that's it, I had it. I am now offering 3, slighty used kids for anyone that wants them. I will even pay for shipping and handling. Haha. I mean, is it just me? LOL!!!
Ok, just venting, back to your life now 
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