the honesty of babes

This morning H. asked if she could take a bath, as she does every morning, and I said yes. I hear the two girls laughing and playing, having a grand ol'time, and think nothing the matter. When I get my lazy ass off the couch to start my coffee (yes, you should be jealous) I take a look at the fun. As I walk towards the bathroom I see H. throwing my facial scrub (Mary Kay's MicroDerm Abrasion; yep, NOT cheap!) out of the tub and onto the floor. Picking it up I discover: it's empty! And there was more than half originally left! Oh, there goes my gasket...and than I pick my shaving cream from off the floor, and it to is empty. Than as I am yelling at her about leaving things that are not hers' alone, she pulls out a new tube of toothpaste from the bath water. It is ruined...who wants to taste bath water when they brush their teeth? I am fuming, so I slam the bathroom door shut as I walk away. Point made, I think...when I come back to tell her to get out of the tub I ask, "Does what I say mean anything to you? Do you think about what I tell you when you do something wrong?" She looks at me, and shakes her head "no". Well, that explains everything!

Guess I'll have to come up with a new method of punishment. Maybe time out and before she is released she has to tell me what she did wrong, why she did it, and how it made someone else feel. Worked for me when I got drunk and came home 9 hrs. past my curfew. I never had done that again. Granted, she is 5 and I was...17? So there is room to be made for adjustment.

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I got promoted last night. Starting in two weeks I will be a floor manager for GM. Plus, I got an adequate pay raise, that I am more than happy to stay. I actually enjoy my job as server, and I like working with the guests. So, this will hopefully be a good fit for me and for the restaurant. That other job that I mentioned yesterday? was working with extremely emotionally challenged and developmentally disabled youth. As I thought about what that meant, I decided that I really did not want that job. I have a difficult enough time with my patience with my own kids. (Except N.M)

My stress level is high, and frustrating. I hate waiting on "a prayer" for things to even out. It's constantly juggling, but someday I'll be able to stop. I hope.

I better get back to the dishwashing. Adios!