Wednesday, July 16, 2014
My last post about false praise and all, made me think of something. Am I proud of my sons and my step-daughter?
I am proud that they are nice guys - not criminals or druggies. I am not pleased (or proud) that they are still living with me. Now granted, they both had been living on their own for quite some time but their bad choices, had them moving back home.
I could blame the economy - some of that is true but what I am not proud of, is the way they seem to just give up. I am not proud of the procrastinating I see in them, Charleen included. ENOUGH already. How long does it take for them to figure out, that procrastinating only digs their grave deeper.
I love my sons, and my step-daughter but they really are of a different generation - I tired - God knows I tried. That age - they totally disregard everything their parent says, and will listen to some guy in the Navy, or some guy at work or a friend - who has little to no experience and then take it as gospel truth. It happens every time.
My sons don't require me to tell them, I am proud. However, my step-daughter - needs that affirmation all the time. She keeps that RV a mess. She can't find anything - it smells. She sleeps in till late, goes to bed late. Takes naps in the afternoon. IT BUGS ME. I know she is on SSI, but do something!!! Honestly, she acts like she is a lady of leisure. and come on now, if anyone deserves to be a lady of leisure it should be me. I'M 60 years ago, for Gods sake!!!!
The other day, she got up early and took a walk, and then asked me if I was proud of her, for getting up early and walking. I hate to mean but I told her,
"I'll be more proud when you've done this for a few months consistently and have made some disciplined changes to your routine."
With that, she turned on her heels, with a "Well, I am PROUD MY MYSELF" and left.
I am just so sick and tired of these people, who live with me. I love them...I just don't know. And don't tell me they need to go. YES I KNOW, they need to go. Where? On the streets? Paying off too many bills (from bad choices) to car problems (procrastination) to Divorce (impulsive decision)
I wish I had a parent to go home to - to bail me out or give me a safe place to be. Ain't going to happen though.
Now, how do you like them apples???
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