wildaspie

Just had a cross exchange with my eldest daughter Rose …

Rose has a near-addiction for an online game site.  She’s generally a responsible kid, but when it comes to this particular habit, she’s got no control at all.

I’ve spoken with her repeatedly about the fact that my evening medications make me very drowsy, and I need her to be especially conscientious about not taking advantage if I fall asleep before dragging her away from the computer for the night.  And usually she is.

But over the weekend, she not only took advantage, she flaunted it to her online pals.  When we checked her online activity and saw this, my Husband grounded her from the computer, and also banned her from that site indefinitely.

So the last couple of days she’s been sulking in bed (not that she’s really suffering: she has her books, Japanese tapes, drawing stuff, and mp3 player) and refusing to be in the same room with her dad except for meals.

But she comes in while I’m working and pouts, “Non-violent protest doesn’t work when no one cares!”

I pointed out she made a bad choice and is now dealing with the consequences.  Too bad.  And of course, the more I talked, the stormier and scowlier she got, until she stomped off back to bed.

I am soooo not a drama-mama.  But, hey, it’s Monday; what else could I have expected?

While I was working at the computer Saturday my son was playing at his friend’s house on the trampoline.  I don’t like the trampoline, and have a standing rule that the kids can’t be on it if there isn’t an adult outside watching them on it - not just outside doing stuff, but actually watching them.

Of course, just having supervision can’t prevent accidents.

And he’s the kind of kid that, through his tears of pain, apologized for breaking an adult tooth!  I got him calmed with the assurance that the dentist will be able to cap it and no one will ever know unless he tells them (or loses the cap); and got him back to smiling by pointing out he has a fierce fang now and a wolfish grin, and had better not bite his sister Blossom no matter how bad she torments him since he’d cut her up bad for sure (not that he’s ever bitten anyone, but silliness was called for).

I suppose it is the natural perversity of childhood that they can’t have these minor accidents during normal office hours; it’s always the middle of the night or on weekends.  I almost hope he doesn’t get his cap done before Halloween: he plans to be a pirate, and the broken tooth would enhance his costume nicely.