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Okay, so, an entry. Two things on my mind. One, kids, do they ever grow up? Every day, I feel sorrier for what I put my mother through, almost until the end. I was sometimes just a snotty brat. And I love my kids and I love being with them, but sometimes, I wish I could just smack one. Had a moment with K before when she was suddenly affronted, if that's the right word, and said a hurtful thing, and I was .. well, hurt. Anyway, we're better now, all good, but it shook me up a little, that along with the fact that I've got to admit that these hearing aids are not up to snuff. I guess I'll deal with that when I see the audiologist on Wednesday. I hope this isn't the moment that he stops being on my side, because he has been wonderful so far.
And then, of all things, it looks like the sewer pipe is backing up into the basement. Know what that means? Water on the basement floor, of course! Does it never end? So I put in a call to the plumber and hopefully he can come after school tomorrow; I cannot take off more school time for this, and I can't take any school time any day this week, starting Tuesday, because I'll be going to the play every night, and I can't do that if I haven't been in school that day. Argh.
I could just scream. Instead, I had a piece of cake. I've gained about four pounds in the last two weeks. Swell.
So I'm just a little tense. This would be a good time to go to sleep. I might as well, since I just used up my dinner points on cake. (Just kidding.)
34 days of school to go, not counting the workshop day when I won't be there. Seven weeks. Boy.
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Oh, yes, kids that don't grow up - can we talk here? I don't know how old your daughter is, but mine is 30+ and we still have our days. Some of the things that come out of her mouth sometimes make you wonder just how old is she anyway. But at least at this point she's adult enough that she just doesn't walk away in a huff too many times. Usually all is ironed out shortly and we're back on track again. But I know about the hurt. I never DARED do that type of thing to my mother as a youngster because I knew what the consequences would be and they wouldn't have been pleasant. Instead, she said things to me that have stayed with me for my entire life and STILL hurt. Get over it, I should, huh? But sometimes that's just not possible. You sound like you've got a pretty good relationship with your daughter - keep up the good work. And oh yes, I think your new site is great.
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