I have always had an open door policy..Anyone can come over at any time...if they want to share out table, go for it. I always have enough food etc etc to go around.
Well....C1's 'girlfriend' seems to be taking advantage of this..or maybe it just annoys me cause she is a girl and they are 14? UGHHH
Let me back up a bit. First, I dont think you can say two 14yr old are 'dating'. Its just a term they use. I think they use it to scare the hell out of us while it really means nothing at all. This 14 yr old does not have a very good home life. Not abusive but 0 supervision and caring, etc etc. You know where I live, well, she lives down by the river and quite often shows up at my house after dark after walking by herself, never seems to have a curfew...often locked out cause they are not home...lost power for weeks when it was getting cold out...etc etc.
Great...just went downstairs, all the kids are down there, and found them SNUGGLYING in the big chair. THEY KNOW THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES!
Now C1 is grounded for his grades, she knows this, yet keeps just stopping by. I know she is walking...what am I supposed to do???
Do I tell her no and let her wander around in the cold and wet without even a winter jacket to keep her warm. Let her walk the 1+ mile home in the dark alone?
GROWL!!!
Now hubby will come home and give me an earful...telling me I'm to soft...I let him get away with anything etc etc. I'd like to see what he would do when she shows up at the door two seconds after he gets home, its raining and cold and dinner time...I'd like to see him turn her away...
BTW this is the second time she has showed up TODAY....
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Why do we put ourselves through this.....
Today I attended my very first wrestling match with C3. I have decided that I HATE wrestling.
I thought I would't like football...compared to wrestling, I LOVE football.
Let be preface this with this statement...I am not a competitive person. AT ALL. C1 is not a sports kids, C2 was a sports kid until it got competitive, then she quit cause she is to much like me. C3, VERY COMPETITIVE. And every time I type that word, I spell it wrong...see Karma at its best.
Most of you know that C3 is an asthmatic. (spelled that wrong to ) He is not your typical asthmatic...he doesn't have typical asthma attacks. He will be running around in the backyard but having severe trouble breathing and not know it. Its kinda a pain.
He wanted to play football this year...I said ok. I have always said that my kids can try everything once. Except when he asked to the ski jumping...I said NO! I signed him up for football and was there at every practice just in case. No I was not one of those moms and I apologize in advance if you are. I just am not. I sat at my car well away from where they were working out. I didn't want to watch my son get pummeled nor did I want to listen to some strange man yell at my son. So, I stayed away, but there.
Now he's into wrestling. I figured, well if he could do football wearing all of those pads and giant helmet in 95 degree heat, he could handle wrestling. Maybe it was me I was thinking could handle it. I go to every practice, but I sit in the hallway and knit. I dont really pay attention. I'm just there. Practice is difficult but fun to watch. They do cute little moves and jump around and tumble and fun stuff.
Then came his first meet. He lost all three matches? is that what they are called, but thats ok. His first match I think he didn't know what to expect so he lost. The second match he was seriously kicking butt. I mean he was treating the other kid like a tackling dummy! It was beautiful to watch. He was having a blast. Every time that kid stood up, C3 dove for his legs and took him down again. He wasn't sure what to do with him once he got him down, but that's ok. It was fun to watch. And just an fyi...his coaches had his inhaler at matside should he need it and they have been instructed. I dont sit close by during these..We were about half way up the bleachers. So, ref stands them up again, and C3 turns to walk towards the center and he is blue. Ok, maybe more PURPLE, but BLUE or PURPLE is a BAD color to be! KLP yells behind me, he's BLUE, I grab hubby and yell, 'HE CANT BREATH'. Hubby didn't touch one step the entire way down as he flew to C3's side. I grabbed my purple bag of med stuff and fly down after him. For whatever reason, there was a complete open path between me and the ground level. It was odd, either people saw what was going on or I stepped on top of people on the way down. :) Sorry if you were one of them!
I get to him as they coaches are reaching for his inhaler. They boy is now hyperventilating(holy crap, spelled that right the first time). He's breathing but very shallow and crying. I know the inhaler will do him any good now since he's gasping for breath...Dont worry, he lives and withing 10 minutes his color is back to normal. And get this...he only had 2 seconds left to the match, so he went out there gasping and crying for the last two seconds and tried to tackle the guy again. You see my problem here...can't breath but still fighting.
As I said, he's fine...he was breathing normal again very shortly afterwords and wrestled in his third match. (I was on the bottom bleacher that time). UGH!!!
I dont like this..not one little bit. Upon reflection, I believe that it was more of a panic thing than anything else. I think he got extremely winded (he said he got squished by the other boy) and then forgot to breath.
The rest of the meet was a very difficult one for me. Do I let him wrestle, do we quit, is he in danger, will his arm get bent behind his back so far it pops off? I mean HOLY CRAP. Who invented this sport anyway!??!!
No, that didn't actually happen to anyone today, but still. It looks horrible. This is a stupid sport. Its not like C3 is going to become a professional wrestler. The only pro wrestlers are in the WWE or something like that and over my dead body will he do that!
Why in the world am I subjecting myself to this mental anguish...not to mention sitting in extremely hot and smelly gyms for 4 hours every Sunday. I know this is supposed to teach them stuff, like winning and losing and discipline and self control. (especially after he pinched the boy in his last match on purpose!) But honestly, I hate this sport. Its horrible, its barbaric. However, he will continue to participate (sorry mom). He might not do as many meets as the other kids, but he will do the practices and matches will be watched very very closely. I dont want to teach him to be a quitter. Things are hard in life, painful and scary. We dont have the option of walking away and going home when that happens. We have to face it head on. We have to deal with the pain, the days we fell that we cannot catch our breath. I have to teach him that too...figuratively and literally. (spelled both those right the first time) But damnit this sucks. I dont want to do this. He's my last child...my little boy, my baby. I want to hug him and hold him and cuddle him and enjoy his youth even if he doesn't want to. Instead, I will be the good mom, I will wake him up at 6am on a Sunday, get him dressed, pack a cooler, warm the car, help him check in and pray that he doesn't not die while he wrestles.
Life Sucks.
I thought I would't like football...compared to wrestling, I LOVE football.
Let be preface this with this statement...I am not a competitive person. AT ALL. C1 is not a sports kids, C2 was a sports kid until it got competitive, then she quit cause she is to much like me. C3, VERY COMPETITIVE. And every time I type that word, I spell it wrong...see Karma at its best.
Most of you know that C3 is an asthmatic. (spelled that wrong to ) He is not your typical asthmatic...he doesn't have typical asthma attacks. He will be running around in the backyard but having severe trouble breathing and not know it. Its kinda a pain.
He wanted to play football this year...I said ok. I have always said that my kids can try everything once. Except when he asked to the ski jumping...I said NO! I signed him up for football and was there at every practice just in case. No I was not one of those moms and I apologize in advance if you are. I just am not. I sat at my car well away from where they were working out. I didn't want to watch my son get pummeled nor did I want to listen to some strange man yell at my son. So, I stayed away, but there.
Now he's into wrestling. I figured, well if he could do football wearing all of those pads and giant helmet in 95 degree heat, he could handle wrestling. Maybe it was me I was thinking could handle it. I go to every practice, but I sit in the hallway and knit. I dont really pay attention. I'm just there. Practice is difficult but fun to watch. They do cute little moves and jump around and tumble and fun stuff.
Then came his first meet. He lost all three matches? is that what they are called, but thats ok. His first match I think he didn't know what to expect so he lost. The second match he was seriously kicking butt. I mean he was treating the other kid like a tackling dummy! It was beautiful to watch. He was having a blast. Every time that kid stood up, C3 dove for his legs and took him down again. He wasn't sure what to do with him once he got him down, but that's ok. It was fun to watch. And just an fyi...his coaches had his inhaler at matside should he need it and they have been instructed. I dont sit close by during these..We were about half way up the bleachers. So, ref stands them up again, and C3 turns to walk towards the center and he is blue. Ok, maybe more PURPLE, but BLUE or PURPLE is a BAD color to be! KLP yells behind me, he's BLUE, I grab hubby and yell, 'HE CANT BREATH'. Hubby didn't touch one step the entire way down as he flew to C3's side. I grabbed my purple bag of med stuff and fly down after him. For whatever reason, there was a complete open path between me and the ground level. It was odd, either people saw what was going on or I stepped on top of people on the way down. :) Sorry if you were one of them!
I get to him as they coaches are reaching for his inhaler. They boy is now hyperventilating(holy crap, spelled that right the first time). He's breathing but very shallow and crying. I know the inhaler will do him any good now since he's gasping for breath...Dont worry, he lives and withing 10 minutes his color is back to normal. And get this...he only had 2 seconds left to the match, so he went out there gasping and crying for the last two seconds and tried to tackle the guy again. You see my problem here...can't breath but still fighting.
As I said, he's fine...he was breathing normal again very shortly afterwords and wrestled in his third match. (I was on the bottom bleacher that time). UGH!!!
I dont like this..not one little bit. Upon reflection, I believe that it was more of a panic thing than anything else. I think he got extremely winded (he said he got squished by the other boy) and then forgot to breath.
The rest of the meet was a very difficult one for me. Do I let him wrestle, do we quit, is he in danger, will his arm get bent behind his back so far it pops off? I mean HOLY CRAP. Who invented this sport anyway!??!!
No, that didn't actually happen to anyone today, but still. It looks horrible. This is a stupid sport. Its not like C3 is going to become a professional wrestler. The only pro wrestlers are in the WWE or something like that and over my dead body will he do that!
Why in the world am I subjecting myself to this mental anguish...not to mention sitting in extremely hot and smelly gyms for 4 hours every Sunday. I know this is supposed to teach them stuff, like winning and losing and discipline and self control. (especially after he pinched the boy in his last match on purpose!) But honestly, I hate this sport. Its horrible, its barbaric. However, he will continue to participate (sorry mom). He might not do as many meets as the other kids, but he will do the practices and matches will be watched very very closely. I dont want to teach him to be a quitter. Things are hard in life, painful and scary. We dont have the option of walking away and going home when that happens. We have to face it head on. We have to deal with the pain, the days we fell that we cannot catch our breath. I have to teach him that too...figuratively and literally. (spelled both those right the first time) But damnit this sucks. I dont want to do this. He's my last child...my little boy, my baby. I want to hug him and hold him and cuddle him and enjoy his youth even if he doesn't want to. Instead, I will be the good mom, I will wake him up at 6am on a Sunday, get him dressed, pack a cooler, warm the car, help him check in and pray that he doesn't not die while he wrestles.
Life Sucks.
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