Jay spent a month in Tennessee with his grandparents. He's been home about 2 weeks and we're already de-spoiling him. He's already been grounded for a week. He's had the biggest attitude it's not even funny.
While he was gone, I cleaned his room from top to bottom. He shares a room with Jackson. There are NO toys in that room. Only their clothes. Jackson's toys are in a toy box in the living room. And the other toys are in Justin and Korinne's room. I was determined to have one room available that Jackson could go in to. I also cleaned Justin's and Korinne's room. (They share a room and all the toys are in there.)
I recently came to the realization that I cannot honestly bitch at them to keep their rooms clean if mine's not. So Monday, I spent all day cleaning my room in between the weekly laundry. Tuesday I stepped it up and cleaned the "laundry closet" and threw out a bunch of junk. I then moved on to the hall closet. After that I worked on the dining room. I packed up a huge lot of my books that I would normally have exchanged. (I'll get to that later.) It doesn't look like it looking at my book shelf, but I did pack up a large amount of books. In between all this, I cleaned the usual rooms, living room, hallway and kitchen, as well as cook dinner.
As far as dinner on Tuesday, we decided on meatloaf. Now I cannot stand meatloaf, but Jimmy and Jay have both been asking for it. I dreaded the thought of normal bland meatloaf with ketchup. So I went online for recipes. I couldn't decide between two. Since it called for the same ingredients until the last stage, I decided to split it in half and make it both ways. One half was with cheddar cheese done in a roll type. The other was with sauteed mushrooms and onions and covered in beef gravy. Both turned out awesome!
Yesterday the speech therapist came over so I couldn't start anything I knew I wouldn't be able to finish while she was here. When she left, however, I really tackled the kitchen.
Today, all that exertion caught up with me so I attempted a nap. I was continuously interupted by the phone ringing or people knocking on the door. So when Jackson woke up at 2:00, I gave up the thought of a nap. Maybe tomorrow will be better. LOL
The book exchange I was talking about was...there was a store here called The Book Exchange. You bring in your books and exchange them for credit. A while back I took in so many books that I had $150 in credit. After buying books, I had $100 in credit. Last weekend we wanted to try our hand in crabs. So when I drove to a local seafood place I noticed the Book Exchange was closed. Not for the day, but completely empty, void of any books. I have got to call and see if they just moved to another location.
So while going through my books, I did find a handful that I haven't read yet. That was a good thing.
In despoiling Jay, it's more on working with his attitude. For a month he was the only child there. Now he's home with 3 other children. He's back talked so much and had the nerve to tell his father No on one occasion. I talked to my MIL today and she said that while Jay was there, he did chores everyday. She thinks his attitude comes from him being so good there that he had to let all the badness come out. LOL
Wouldn't surprise me since my kids are always good for other people, just not us. LOL Wow, have I rambled a lot.
Oh wait...I hate where I live! We live in an apartment complex. Yesterday I got a 2nd notice saying our patio/breezeway should be clear of debris and trash, etc. We have three chairs backed against the sliding glass door. We have a grill against the wall. Occasionally there are toys in the breezeway, but they're always moved at night. We were also told there were cigarette butts all over the ground.
I took a picture of our patio and wrote out a response saying "Exactly what is obstructing the breezeway? We have no huge grills in the way. We have no patio tables on our porch. We have no bicycles chained outside, because we were told they were blocking the breezeway. (Our bikes are in a corner in our bedroom.) We have a small trash bag behind the grill we use for ashes from the grill and for trash our children bring hom from the playground." Jay and I walked around the complex tonight with my digicam and took pics of so many porches in violation of what we're being accused of. I burned them to a disc and sent it with my note to the office. At this point with all the complaints I have against this place, I don't care what they think about my note and the disc. They can all fucking rot in hell for all I care.
I'm tired of my kids coming home complaining about other kids bullying them. I tired of calling the office with complaints. I'm tired of calling the cops because the office does nothing.
Last week, I had Jackson at the playground and the grandson of one of the office women through a football that would have hit Jackson in the head had I not turned at the right moment and blocked it. When I said something to him, he started cussing me up and down. I called the Grandmother at the office the next morning and she patronized me while apologizing. I simply reminded her that because of Jackson's problems, if he were to be hit in the head, I'd have to take him for a CT scan and they would be paying that bill.
The 5th of July, there was a kid about 9 years old lighting up those fire crackers that you have to throw as soon as you light them. His mother was sitting on a bench nearby halfheartedly telling him to move away from the playground. As he was walking, he lit and threw a firecracker. It landed and went off less than 2 feet from Jackson.
I was irate! Yet I know these people could care less about their children, let alone other people's children.
Man I hate other people's kids! Okay not really, I just hate the parents around here!
Are you confused yet? LOL