Monthly Archives: April 2009

The seventh ring of ….

Our condo was probably hotter than that seventh ring.  We completely and totally vacated our condo on Sunday afternoon/evening because you were sweating uncontrollably just sitting on the couch in front of the fan.  I spoke to the office management team and we should be getting our A/C turned on at the end of the this week or by next Monday.  This means we will definitely be feeling the heat today and tomorrow.  Temps are back down  Wednesday – Friday so we will be fine then.  I don’t know what the weekend will bring but hopefully it won’t matter.

I love my condo for 50 to 51 weeks of the year but there are 1 to 2 weeks in the spring that are just torture and make me wish that we had control over our own heating and A/C.  Usually, we are just tortured for about a week but last year it lasted for two whole weeks and it was miserable!

The GPS broke

We always called Kylie our GPS unit.  For a 3 (and now 4) year old she was pretty amazing in terms of knowing where she was even shortly after arriving.  If we went close to where Kelly worked, she would point out that Kelly worked there.  She knew when we drove by the road to our house instead of turning in pretty quickly and knows the way to the library.  Her brother is no where near as adept at knowing where he might be in relationship to another place although he did point out we weren’t going in the right direction the other night to get to his Mom’s place.  It just so happened we needed to go home before they left.

All that is just background for the rather funny thing that happened the other day.  Eduardo wasn’t sure which house was the babysitters but gave me an approximate address and told me to rely on Kylie.  After all, she is our GPS unit.  Piero told me that the house was blue.  So I dropped Piero off at school and went to drop off Kylie.  I found a blue house (actually white with blue trim) at the approximate address that I was given.  I couldn’t see an actual house address for the house but I pulled into their driveway.  I turned around and asked Kylie if this was the house.  She solemnly informed me that was indeed the house.  I knocked once.  I knocked twice.  There was no answer.  I saw the address of the house next door and wondered if that might not be the right house.  I asked Kylie twice if the beige house next door was the right house.  She informed me quite seriously that it was definitely not the right house.

As I was getting ready to call Eduardo and have him describe the house to me, a woman came out of the beige house next door and waved to me.  She was the babysitter.  In the future,  I will make sure I get an address and NOT rely on our GPS unit to guide me there.  She might be amazing for 4 but she is still only 4.

Normal at almost 7?

Update: It appears that Papa did say that he could bring the candy to school.  We have had issues with the kids saying that some other parent had said something when they didn’t so I am always suspicious of being told something that seriously benefits the child.  I will have to apologize to Piero tonight but that doesn’t explain away the million other meltdowns we have on a regular basis.

 

This morning, Piero told me that he was allowed to eat candy at school and Papa told him that he could bring his candy to school.  I found this very hard to believe and didn’t think it was fair to the other kids to have Piero eating candy.  I told him to leave it at home and he could eat it tonight.   He had a major meltdown right there.  He actually threw himself onto the floor knocking over some of Kylie’s toys and started crying and wailing. I could see this from a 3 or 4 year old but I am having a hard time thinking this is normal of a child that is going to turn 7 in two months.

Temper tantrums are part of our normal household routine.  Ask him to go to bed, brush his teeth, come to the table, restrict his snacking before supper… you see a pattern?  Any time you say No to this child, he starts in on a temper tantrum.  We will often have multiple crying fits every single day.  He doesn’t always go all the way to throwing himself on the floor but there is lots of gnashing of teeth, flailing of arms, telling us we are bad and crying.

Can this seriously be normal?  After more than a year of this ‘normal’ routine, I have quite lost my patience for it all.  Tips on how to cut down on this – without saying “Yes, sir” to his every request is appreciated.

An open letter

Dear Sir,

I am not sure if you are aware that a public bathroom is so named because other people besides yourself use it.  Next time you dribble all over the floor and the toilet, PLEASE WIPE IT UP WITH A PAPER TOWEL.  It makes it very difficult for anyone who comes after you to have a pee-free experience.  I mean seriously, if  you are so grossed out that you don’t want to clean up after yourself, whatever makes you think that I want to do it? 

Yours truly,

The other people that share the bathroom with you.

Tough Love

Background Note: In case anyone reading this thinks it might be a step-mother
thing… it is not.  He shows the same disrespect to his mother,
father and teachers and is now starting in on his little sister.

My step-son has literally broken my heart yesterday.  I truly believed that if he was given enough love, support and encouragement, he would turn around his attitude.  I have come to the conclusion that I have been wrong.  The little boy is simply ungrateful and disrespectful and no amount of patience or love is going to change that.

It was a little thing but after dealing with the gradual escalation of his disrespect over the last few weeks, I guess all it took was a little thing.   I had brought some Silly Putty home from work to do a little home repair with.  I had left it at home (this morning it is back at work) and the kids found it and started playing with it.  The Silly Putty is a bronze/brown colour.  I will leave it to your imagination what kinds of things they have been imagining about it.  Yesterday,  Eduardo was doing his homework at the kitchen table.   Kylie was on one side of him playing with the Silly Putty and Piero was on the other side watching Kylie.  I knew he wanted to play with it too.  I walked over to him and suggested he get out his Play Doh and play with that since it was pretty close to Silly Putty.   I heard him make some sound and then say something like OK.  He wasn’t facing me because I had actually walked up behind him to speak to him.   The next thing I know Eduardo went ballastic.  Apparently,  Piero had also said something very quietly that I couldn’t hear but Eduardo saw and heard.  He said "Poto".  This is a Spanish word that translates somewhat close to the word butt although it refers more to the ‘crack’ than the entire butt.  Basically, it is kind of like someone saying behind your back… "Bitch"…. 

Piero says that Eduardo misunderstood him and he didn’t say it.  But I don’t believe him.  It is very hard to believe that a little boy who is always disrespectful was amazingly not disrespectful that one time. Piero is upset that I don’t believe him and I am finished with trying to be understanding.  I told him that we have told him multiple times that disrespect was not acceptable in this household.  Being nice about it was over and there would be no more warnings or second chances or anything.   The next time he was disrespectful there would simply be punishment.  His first response was… What if I forget to be respectful?  What the heck kind of answer is that:  "Forget to be respectful…"?  You have to remember to be respectful?  His sister is 4 and doesn’t have any issues with being respectful.  The number of times she is disrespectful is what I would actually consider to be normal for a child.   I don’t consider it to be normal to have a child disrespectful at least once every single evening we have them.  If I kept track of it,  I would likely find out that he is disrespectful more than once an evening on average. Not normal… and I am not putting up with it anymore.

And although I know that I wasn’t a perfect kid,  I am positive we did not act like this towards my parents on a continuing basis.