Morning.
Linda- i live in North Baltimore, OH. No pool, but a park and a library. They live in Bairdstown, a few miles away, with nothing but houses, land and corn. I can't drive yet and no car yet. One graduated KDG, one finished 3rd grade. I am not allowed to cook in their house (mom's rules pre-divorce). They like doing arts and crafts, but they do one project (I come prepared...they are going to get new kitties, so I was prepped to make kitty noses, kitty toys, welcome home new kitty signs and draw pictures, plus 3 craft idea books. I put my clickable permanent marker in there so I could draw, and had to hide it in my pocket.) and then run back outside topspeed. Their dad is somewhat strict...like they can only eat certain foods, which I understand, but the one time I had to make dinner for them, we couldn't have: tomatoes, pickles, bologna, turkey/lunchmeat, hotdogs, fruit, soup, crackers or lettuce. We had to eat butter sandwiches and a veggie creation called Peas Cruncheese (cold peas, creamed corn, whole kernel corn and shredded cheddar) that was nasty. They got mad at me because I refused to light a candle in the house with matches or a lighter. They wanted to go to the cemetary and pick flowers (they did) but I called their mom and asked first. They acted snotty and said "Told you SO!" I can't dish the attitude right back, because they'll bring out their magic wands and say "I make you nice!" And I am, most of the time. Break my rules and you get the worst of me. I am literally powerless because they don't listen! They just give me that "My house, my rules/you're not my parent, I don't have to listen to you/what did you say? I'm not listening, lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala!" bit. I know I am the one in charge. When I tried to tell their dad what happened, he dismissed it! Completely!
Tara-I tried stories, really, I did. They don't sit still long enough to listen...and if they do it's because there is secret pinching going on. I've told them at least 10x every time I go over not to hit, punch (as there was yesterday, lotsa punching!), or call names. They give me the "not listening" bit. And I can't just go in the house and leave them to their own devices...I'm getting paid to watch them and not Spongebob. They can't occupy themselves because they will say "Jen, come with me!" and fight over me. They can't be apart because their bedrooms are close to each other...they fight through the walls.**Good luck, Tara!**
I'm at the end of my rope with those brats. And the fall is looking nicer more and more often. It couldn't be worse than this. Plus...if my mom gets me a work permit, I can get a job at the Daily Queen...which has work openings and 2x the pay (like I got $1.50 an hour per kid=$3 which equaled $6 during school, but now I get $6 for 1/2 the day.)
I can't brush my hair this AM! It's in braids waiting for 9:00, and the Harry Potter party! I'm going as Hermione!
And I was looking thru ALIVE pics and saw how much more improved I look...I mean, I still don't like seeing myself in a bathing suit and I cringed. But in my fourth grade pictures, I was really huge. I'm talkin' double chin, 170 I think, and really fat. I looked like a baby seal. I don't feel like that anymore!
Bye all!