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And who knows how long it's been since I spoke to you good people? No, that is not an invitation for you to go back through my journal and reply here with a number of some sort. I have secrets again, and that has kept me from talking to you so much as I would like. Not all secrets are meant to be kept, and perhaps I will share this secret with you next week, when it has more form and less wishful wispyness.
I don't know, technically, how Scarlett is doing in school. At home it seems she is coping only a little better than she was last year at my house. I don't hear complaints every day. The complaints I do hear are the standard stuff - she won't get out of bed, she dallies while getting ready, she won't get dressed - she blows up if I put any pressure on her in the least; she spends too much time on the computer. She is not permitted to watch t.v. during the week, but she's been permitted to futz around on the computer which is just as bad or worse. My mother will eventually get a routine down pat, I hope, and will either figure out the best ways to discipline Scarlett, or give up and just let her go on, having her merry way. I don't have much faith that my decision to place her with my parents this year was the best choice. But I still can't imagine allowing her to stay at home alone for a couple of hours every afternoon.
There is no answer here. I would love to find one, but I'm convinced that rambling musing is all I will manage at this point. That does not mean that I expect anyone reading this to provide an answer that I seem to have overlooked. Just read, or don't, at your pleasure and discretion.
My thoughts truly are this disjointed right now. I'm skipping over topic after topic, trying to avoid talking about anything that might be jinxed by premature verbal ejaculation.
Heh. That was brilliant!
I think I need a Diet Coke and a Swiss Roll. mmmmmmmmmmm SwissRollllllllllll
Ooh oohooh! Or a Twinkie!
Or one of those raspberry stuffed thingys!
Or or or, RED VELVET CREME CAKES!!!
Mrs. Freshley's FOR THE WIN!!!!
I don't know, technically, how Scarlett is doing in school. At home it seems she is coping only a little better than she was last year at my house. I don't hear complaints every day. The complaints I do hear are the standard stuff - she won't get out of bed, she dallies while getting ready, she won't get dressed - she blows up if I put any pressure on her in the least; she spends too much time on the computer. She is not permitted to watch t.v. during the week, but she's been permitted to futz around on the computer which is just as bad or worse. My mother will eventually get a routine down pat, I hope, and will either figure out the best ways to discipline Scarlett, or give up and just let her go on, having her merry way. I don't have much faith that my decision to place her with my parents this year was the best choice. But I still can't imagine allowing her to stay at home alone for a couple of hours every afternoon.
There is no answer here. I would love to find one, but I'm convinced that rambling musing is all I will manage at this point. That does not mean that I expect anyone reading this to provide an answer that I seem to have overlooked. Just read, or don't, at your pleasure and discretion.
My thoughts truly are this disjointed right now. I'm skipping over topic after topic, trying to avoid talking about anything that might be jinxed by premature verbal ejaculation.
Heh. That was brilliant!
I think I need a Diet Coke and a Swiss Roll. mmmmmmmmmmm SwissRollllllllllll
Ooh oohooh! Or a Twinkie!
Or one of those raspberry stuffed thingys!
Or or or, RED VELVET CREME CAKES!!!
Mrs. Freshley's FOR THE WIN!!!!
