Just because my daughter means the world to me doesn't mean that there aren't times when I'd gladly trade her. Tonight, for example.
She came home from school at 4PM, announced that she had almost no homework, and immediately went downstairs to watch some television. About forty five minutes later, she was in panic mode alpha because she had to leave by five, and she couldn't find her official approved everyone must wear this hair ribbon. Partially, that's our fault -- we thought she had to be there at five thirty; once again, the amazing color guard sliding timescale slides into play -- but mostly it's hers -- she had enough time to goof off, but not enough to find all of her stuff.
She got the minimum amount of sympathy.
She came home from school at 4PM, announced that she had almost no homework, and immediately went downstairs to watch some television. About forty five minutes later, she was in panic mode alpha because she had to leave by five, and she couldn't find her official approved everyone must wear this hair ribbon. Partially, that's our fault -- we thought she had to be there at five thirty; once again, the amazing color guard sliding timescale slides into play -- but mostly it's hers -- she had enough time to goof off, but not enough to find all of her stuff.
She got the minimum amount of sympathy.
2 comments:
It's that in between stage where they're old enough to take on some of the resposibility of their time, yet to young to completely take it over and get themselves to something on time.
This stage will be coming up for me in a few years. NOT looking forward to the tears.
Intellectually, I think that its a case of letting her fail, so that she learns how to handle failure. Emotionally, its just damned irritating.
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