The Little Things

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Is is just me, or is it the little things that put you over the edge? I have been pretty even keeled lately considering the chaos my life has been thrown into with my mom’s death. For the most part, I don’t get mad at M. I don’t let anything he does affect me. Now that’s easier for me than some of you because he’s not pitching a hissy fit. And he’s in his room. A lot. But as I was going over school work he had a brain teaser to do and couldn’t remember the number of days in each month. I taught him in kindergarten the little trick with his knuckles. He would rather play dumb. So he got up to look at the calendar, supposedly for today’s date. Seriously? He was looking at the number of days in the months. I didn’t lose it or anything but just said since he cheated he would have extra school work to do. Of course he argued. Whatever. I hate this part of parenting my RAD kids so much. The “you lie to me so I can never trust you” part. And I don’t trust him. S, now she’s earned some trust. I still keep precautions in place and can see the pooh cloud riding in, but she’s working. I abhor lying. Too strong a word? Nope. It’s truly one of the hardest things I’ve had to get used to. I get why they do it. I just don’t like it. At all.

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  1. Barb G says:

    Me too, Marty. :-/ And I DON’T want to get used to it, you know? I want to expect better for our son, for the day (hopefully) that he will want better too. (((Marty)))

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