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Shots Are Evil.

18 May

I have a headache today and the baby is still sick.

Needless to say, this will be another quickie.

ImageNK’s fever comes and goes, and she’s battling a bout of loose bowels. This is totally uncommon for her. I’m almost positive this is from last week’s immunizations. I have a rant on that. But no energy to post it today. I’m peeved and sad for her at the same time. Some of the immunizations she got, I don’t think are necessary right now. If the risk factors are unprotected sex and drug use, why does my year old baby need it? *sigh*

It’s been one of those days.

On top of her being sick, I still have a ton of papers to grade before Tuesday. (Our school week runs Tues-Fri). Actually need to finish before then to plan next weeks assignments. Yes, I plan week to week. I really wish I had time to plan further out. (By plan, I mean get everything typed up in the planner so my daughters can login and view it from their computers and Kindles. I already know what we need to do.) Maybe in the future I’ll be able to pull off a month at a time.

Some good news is that SM (14) pulled a 100% on her math quiz. It was really just review, but hey, we like it! LOL

Calgon Please.

17 May

I’m going to make this quick. Today has been a LONG day. Or so it seems. Maybe I just get up too early? Anyway, NK ended up with a fever of 101 last night. I bathed her and got it down. She seemed okay this morning, but then fever crept back in. She’s been super clingy and whiney. Just not feeling herself. I didn’t get much accomplished from my todo list. Some re-arranging of the dining area, and some papers got graded, but that’s about all.

The grocery store needs to “see me” so not many options for dinner. I’m making oven fried chicken. That lovely picture to the right is from Your Life Uncommon. Which is where I also got the recipe. PINTEREST FIND!

After dinner, it’s bath time for the boy and then attempting to put the baby to bed. Yeah. We’ll see how that goes. Then more paper grading and cleaning.

I also have some bracelets to complete. Which I can’t complain about because that means I’m getting some business. LOL

Hopefully, by 11PM it will be just me and Netflix.

My Village Sucks.

16 May

Yesterday my 12 year old (recently 12) was playing with her dolls. “Barbie Reality Show cast,” she called it.

Side note: I’m not sure why she was playing in “baby jail”…maybe because it surrounds our couch and takes up half of the living room. 

Anyway, she was playing with her dolls and it got me to thinking how OLD kids are now. Do 12 year old girls generally play with dolls? She does. Daily.

This makes me think of a story. Let’s title it, Kids Are Bad. I think I’ve said that somewhere before. Kids ARE bad and parents, well parents just suck.

A few days ago SA (12) and RS (9) were outside in the backyard playing. We live in an apartment complex, but we have single units. Our backyard is private and fenced in. On this day, my kids had the fence open. Probably hoping to see some of their friends go by to the park. My oldest daughter came to my room and told me that the two younger ones had company in the back, which is fine, but I like to know who is out there. Before I could go look, SA comes in and said some boys were in the yard and they were calling her “sexy bitch” and other names, THEN my son runs in and is pissed saying some boy, “stole our tree!”

Let me explain. It’s not OUR tree. People, it’s not even a tree. It’s a pot. With some dirt. And some strange leafless plant growing up from it. It belonged to my 12 year old’s best friend, and she left it at our house…”to keep it safe”…since we have the only private yard in the complex. The friend moved away, and my daughter protects this “tree.”

I told my oldest to watch the baby, and I stormed out. Yeah, I was upset. Not because of the fake, dead, tree…but because they were so upset. When I go out, the boys are gone and I hurry around the building, thinking I’m about to go face to face with some young teen boys. Let’s just say…that didn’t happen. When I rounded the corner there were two shirtless boys. They barely came to my thighs. We’re talking 4 & 5 year olds..maybe short 6? First, the rule over here is you have to have a parent with you when outside if you are under the age of 10, and second…THESE are my backyard terrors?

They are rushing off and I catch one of them and say, “did you take something from our yard??” He stutters…badly…and says NO! It was his friend. The friend has some razor tool in his hand (that he stole from the workbench of the office next door to me) and the “plant thing” in his hand. I yell at him to get over to me and hand them both over. He doesn’t budge. His friend screams for him to bring it, but he doesn’t. I get the feeling the one I caught is the, uh…good one. So, the good one goes over and snatches both from the bad one, and brings it back to me. I can’t believe they’re playing with this tool and I start in with the scolding. I say, “Look at this! Do you see how sharp it is. This could hurt you or someone else. Do you want to go to the hospital?? Do you want to cut off your finger??” He’s shaking his head the whole time. Then I tell him stealing is wrong, and he (of course) says it wasn’t him. I ask where his parents are and he just shrugs. *sigh* The bad one kind of saunters over to be nosey and to see what’s taking so long. Then I start in on him. LOL. “Where’s your shirt?!” I ask. They say they left their shirts in my yard. And one says my son was throwing his shirt out of the yard to get them to leave and it got caught on the top of the fence. My son denies this, but I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I tell him the shirt should have been on his back and he wouldn’t have had any problem. I get their shirts and make them put them on.

Let me just say, these were the most ghetto kids in this area. SMH. One was even pimp walking. Seriously? So, I’m still scolding…and one of them raises his hand and says, “S-s-s-so, c-c-c-can we come back tomorrow.” *falls out* Really? All that yelling I did, and they looked like they had stars in their eyes. They want to come back? I told them I had rules.

  • No shirt, no shoes, no PLAY
  • No foul language
  • Play nice
  • No stealing
  • One warning. After that, you’re OUT!

They nodded the whole time. And skipped off.

This is a perfect age to get those hoodlums under control. They want guidance and rules, but instead they will be allowed to run around like heathens with no supervision. I imagine their parents are even worse.

It takes a village right? Yeah…maybe. If they come back I’ll whip them into shape, but I won’t go out looking for them.

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