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My day has not really been going well. Thats all you guys hear about, but those of you that actually read my journal know that I'm really just blowing off steam. It's my journal to vent in so that's what I'm going to do. This morning wasn't really good, since he broke several rules before I was even out of bed. (No TV in the morning, Getting dressed when we get out of bed Etc.) And he was eating his peanut butter and jelly sandwich on the white couch. In this house, food goes on a plate at the table. Not on the placemat, not on the couch not on the floor...On a plate. There are specific circumstances where that changes but they are rare. But he was sent off to school with breakfast inside him and an umbrella because it was raining.
So he doesn't get home until 1235, he gets off school at 12 and it only takes 10 minutes to walk home. He shuts the door (yay!) and comes upstairs. I'm in our bedroom and I am just fiddling around with my computer.
"Can I come in?" Not wanting to deal with prying him from my computer I say No.
"But I love you Diane"
"I love you too...what did you come upstairs for?" No responce "Collin what do you want?" No Responce. So i hear him go downstairs, and i hear him opening the sack of bread. I think Hey he's taking the initiative and making himself a sandwich! Yay! Celebrate! He's going to be 9, he can make himself a sandwich, especially when he really only wants butter and sprinkles.
He comes back upstairs a while later to play, and I go into his room to send him back to school.
"But I haven't had anything to eat..."
"What?"
"You didn't make me anything"
"I asked you what you wanted, and you said nothing...so you must not have wanted anything"
"But..."
"I know you can make yourself a sandwich. I've seen you do it. I know you can"
"But..."
"But you need to go back to school"
"Can I take an apple with me?"
"Yes"
And he goes back to school...without the umbrella since he broke it between school and home. 2 spines are broken. I don't know what he did with it (He says he didn't do anything) . But what's funny is now I feel insanely guilty for not feeding him. For not having lunch ready on the table for him when he got home. I am not a lousy step mom for that. He's almost 9 thats not to young. I should not feel guilty.
So he doesn't get home until 1235, he gets off school at 12 and it only takes 10 minutes to walk home. He shuts the door (yay!) and comes upstairs. I'm in our bedroom and I am just fiddling around with my computer.
"Can I come in?" Not wanting to deal with prying him from my computer I say No.
"But I love you Diane"
"I love you too...what did you come upstairs for?" No responce "Collin what do you want?" No Responce. So i hear him go downstairs, and i hear him opening the sack of bread. I think Hey he's taking the initiative and making himself a sandwich! Yay! Celebrate! He's going to be 9, he can make himself a sandwich, especially when he really only wants butter and sprinkles.
He comes back upstairs a while later to play, and I go into his room to send him back to school.
"But I haven't had anything to eat..."
"What?"
"You didn't make me anything"
"I asked you what you wanted, and you said nothing...so you must not have wanted anything"
"But..."
"I know you can make yourself a sandwich. I've seen you do it. I know you can"
"But..."
"But you need to go back to school"
"Can I take an apple with me?"
"Yes"
And he goes back to school...without the umbrella since he broke it between school and home. 2 spines are broken. I don't know what he did with it (He says he didn't do anything) . But what's funny is now I feel insanely guilty for not feeding him. For not having lunch ready on the table for him when he got home. I am not a lousy step mom for that. He's almost 9 thats not to young. I should not feel guilty.
