Through the quisinart
The girl work up on the wrong side of the bed again this morning.
She had told me that I need to make her breakfast (oatmeal) before waking her up, so I did this. She screamed at me for making oatmeal, because what if she wanted something else.
She had told me that I should make her breakfast before waking her up, but today screamed at me for not waking her up to ask what she wanted for breakfast first.
Then she started in on how it was my fault that she lost her new android phone in the Supermarket the other day.
And how I should be driving her to school, even though the bus ride is less than 10 minutes long (and her previous bus ride was nearly an hour long).
And how I need to replace the phone soon (I knew that she was going to start nagging me about replacing it! i JUST KNEW IT!) because then she could call me to let e know that she should be picked up from school or would be staying after school for some reason.
Then she started screaming about how she wants to start decorating her room, but can't yet, and doesn't want to put the new futon into her room until after decorating it (and I haven't picked it up from our previous home until the weekend) and how she needs this and that and everything!!!!
By the time she left to go catch the bus I felt like I had run a marathon.
Luckily, she has an "intake" appointment tomorrow to start the process to find a new counselor. I hope that they can find her a decent one there, otherwise, I have to keep looking, and the process is difficult.
There are a lot of practitioners to choose from down here, and there were not many up there, but where there are a lot to choose from, there are a lot of bad ones, as well.
good luck to me!
good luck to her!
She had told me that I need to make her breakfast (oatmeal) before waking her up, so I did this. She screamed at me for making oatmeal, because what if she wanted something else.
She had told me that I should make her breakfast before waking her up, but today screamed at me for not waking her up to ask what she wanted for breakfast first.
Then she started in on how it was my fault that she lost her new android phone in the Supermarket the other day.
And how I should be driving her to school, even though the bus ride is less than 10 minutes long (and her previous bus ride was nearly an hour long).
And how I need to replace the phone soon (I knew that she was going to start nagging me about replacing it! i JUST KNEW IT!) because then she could call me to let e know that she should be picked up from school or would be staying after school for some reason.
Then she started screaming about how she wants to start decorating her room, but can't yet, and doesn't want to put the new futon into her room until after decorating it (and I haven't picked it up from our previous home until the weekend) and how she needs this and that and everything!!!!
By the time she left to go catch the bus I felt like I had run a marathon.
Luckily, she has an "intake" appointment tomorrow to start the process to find a new counselor. I hope that they can find her a decent one there, otherwise, I have to keep looking, and the process is difficult.
There are a lot of practitioners to choose from down here, and there were not many up there, but where there are a lot to choose from, there are a lot of bad ones, as well.
good luck to me!
good luck to her!
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