but moving forward. It's a slow process, but its moving. Found another way around the whole adoption process. The faster I can get this done, and get on with my life, the better it will be for all of us. Nikos and My life will be much more peaceful and he will be a more fulfilled child for it. The stress levels at this house and this family are ridiculous. Its not normal. There are at least 4 different dings going off for the SAME notification for the same person... for what reason, we don't know. Rob or the dogs do not how to sit down and chill out, there are constant movements in this home, which make everyone nervous. Niko does not know how to play on his own and as soon as he leaves one toy Rob tries to clean it up, which Niko then gets upset over. He doesn't understand that children need that type of chaos. It's okay to negotiate with him and have him (niko) help clean up, but not do it for him every single time. ... so much for today. I'm tired. Worked way too long again. Just exhausted. and of course I'm stuck having to amuse mr little unhappy and cooking and finishing the laundry that was started yesterday but never finished. So adios.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
... I'm sorry Cinderella ....
on an almost daily basis i get to hear that "he" cleaned, how much he cleans and that's all he ever does and how I mis-treat him or not even appreciate it.
BUT it's only a real cinderella syndrome IF you actually cleaned a toilet or two, or take the window cleaner and wipe down the window that your son globbed a big huge piece of chocolate on days ago... where I thought it was bird poop from the outside, and was going to get to, when the weather gets a little better and I get a chance to grab the hose OUTSIDE to spray it off.
The Fan left big huge dust balls all over the dinner table the other day, when I got home after working a longer shift than anticipated. My bones were hurting, my back was cramping up, and I picked up the ginormous evil dust bunnies off the table thinking it might have been just a "fluke", but a couple minutes later, more laid there. I grabbed the vacuum and made my way up the chair to clean most of it with the hose, then crawled back up there to wipe it all down with duster. And he couldn't understand why I was 'mad' or why it had to be done right then and there.
I serve my three year old Dinner on that table, and I doubt he would enjoy having any sort of nicotine soaked dust in his french fries, soup , or whatever it is I decide to make that night.
Seriously Cinderella? You don't do much around here. You vacuum the living room/bedrooms/kitchen floor because of your seeing eye dog , you DO NOT vacuum the sofas or any of the toys that collect those black pesky hairs as if they were magnetic. You empty the dishwasher once a day ... and then you sit on your couch all day, eating your bon bons complaining you need your two hours of "me time" talking to your girlfriend on Skype. ... Your blindness is a handicap, I understand, but it's not an excuse to be a whiny bitch.
Thank you
*grabs soap box and walks off*
BUT it's only a real cinderella syndrome IF you actually cleaned a toilet or two, or take the window cleaner and wipe down the window that your son globbed a big huge piece of chocolate on days ago... where I thought it was bird poop from the outside, and was going to get to, when the weather gets a little better and I get a chance to grab the hose OUTSIDE to spray it off.
The Fan left big huge dust balls all over the dinner table the other day, when I got home after working a longer shift than anticipated. My bones were hurting, my back was cramping up, and I picked up the ginormous evil dust bunnies off the table thinking it might have been just a "fluke", but a couple minutes later, more laid there. I grabbed the vacuum and made my way up the chair to clean most of it with the hose, then crawled back up there to wipe it all down with duster. And he couldn't understand why I was 'mad' or why it had to be done right then and there.
I serve my three year old Dinner on that table, and I doubt he would enjoy having any sort of nicotine soaked dust in his french fries, soup , or whatever it is I decide to make that night.
Seriously Cinderella? You don't do much around here. You vacuum the living room/bedrooms/kitchen floor because of your seeing eye dog , you DO NOT vacuum the sofas or any of the toys that collect those black pesky hairs as if they were magnetic. You empty the dishwasher once a day ... and then you sit on your couch all day, eating your bon bons complaining you need your two hours of "me time" talking to your girlfriend on Skype. ... Your blindness is a handicap, I understand, but it's not an excuse to be a whiny bitch.
Thank you
*grabs soap box and walks off*
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