Ok, so I was going to be politically correct and suave, but I don’t feel like it anymore. So, if language offends you, stop reading NOW.
“Ah, fuck it!”
One of the many consequences that my daughter is stuck with is a lack of a phone. If you don’t know why she has consequences, get caught up first by reading here, then here, here, here, here, and finally, here. It’s been a long week. Hell, it’s been a long year, but that isn’t what this particular blog is about. Anyway, I’m betting that you didn’t really click all of those links, so at least take the time to click the last link. It sums everything up rather nicely. Uh hem. As if “rather nicely” has a damn thing to do with any of this because frankly, all of this is bullshit and complete hell. Kind of like parenting. Parenting really is hell. That’s another blog, though. Also, here’s the disclaimer…I really do love my kids and would do anything for them, but parenting is so damn hard. Nice language I have going on here, don’t you think?
Ok, soooooo, back to my topic. My daughter no longer has her phone. I hand her the phone when she leaves for school and she immediately drops it back into my purse when I pick her up. The only reason that she is aloud to have the phone during the school day is because she is on a transfer and I need to pick her up after school. If I get stuck in a meeting or whatever, I must be able to get that message to her.
Tonight, we stopped and grabbed a pizza before we came home. She received a text message asking if she got her phone back. I replied, asking who it was. Guess who it was? Guess! Guess I demand you!! Yes, it was 17 year old, sneak my daughter out of the house, get her drunk, blah blah boy. So….we had a “chat” and I eventually convinced him to meet us at the pizza parlor. I never told him that it was me, but I did tell him that he needed to come to the pizza parlor and “man up.” GUESS WHAT!!!! HE DID!!! AHAHAHAHAHA
Ok, so the conversation was tough. The kid was shaking and looked like he wanted to cry, but he found the balls to face me and fess up to it all. I can’t say that I like him. I’m too fricken pissed at him still, but it was great to see who the weasel was and to have him actually man up to it all. I was nice. My mother and teacher personalities took over and I talked to them straight about their choices, BUT I CONFRONTED HIM! Oh yeah. I feel good about having met him. I like that he was shaking and looked like he wanted to cry. I like that he took it all seriously and I do believe that he feels like shit about it all which is good. Also, I now know where he LIVES!!!! Hahahahaha
Of course, my daughter’s dad knows nothing about any of this and I don’t plan to tell him. Unfortunately, he has been calling and texting today so I guess that I am going to have to contact him. I’ll let him know that she is grounded for sneaking out, but I’ll leave out the rest of the information. She really is a good kid who made some VERY bad choices. She is in advanced classes and honor roll, drug free, blah blah blah. Sucks for her that she screwed up so badly. We haven’t even talked about all of her consequences yet, but there are some long term ones. I don’t think she’s ready to face them because right now, she’s too busy beating on herself emotionally. As I keep saying, “You made some very stupid choices. Now, you have to learn from them and move on. Don’t let them destroy you, grow from them.”
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