Today started out as a regular day. By the afternoon, I felt sluggish and not at my best. By evening, my world has escalated into a snowstorm of epic proportion. A friend that I've had since the third grade sent a text to me, apparently taking concern about a facebook status I had posted this morning. Said post, intended to enlighten certain Zynga game players on how I feel about their attitude was taken by her to be a slam against her ways. While she does have a witty, sometimes sarcastic sense of humor, I never meant to hurt her feelings. However, her taking claim to this status as her own made me begin to wonder: How many statuses have others posted for me, that I brushed off? And further, why would she claim that status was intended for her, unless she done something that fit the description?
So, for the last couple of hours, I debated on what to blog about and determined the following. If someone says something to you that affects you, it was because of a conscious choice they made. If a status reflects that someone is upset, did you do anything to cause it? If a status reflects that someone is happy, did you bring that smile? In the end, its a choice. And that choice is up to you to make. How you act in life, and how you treat others is a direct reflection of who you really are regardless of what you say you are. Having said that, I trust that my friendship is strong enough that this person would know if I were upset with them. And I trust that person cares enough about our friendship to ask me what was wrong, rather than assume the status was about them. In any event, life goes on. I will continue to live my life, sharing with those that want to be included. Those who choose not to be in my life is a choice they will have to make.
Until next time,
LaVonda
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Tattle Tales and Mom's Revenge
This morning, amidst the chaos and calamity of getting ready for school, the kids have learned which buttons to push that will (sadly) creating an argument between me and my husband. The "tattle tale" is something we've tried to explain to the kids that runs around like a little mouse, nibbling just enough off the cracker so you can't eat it. Not that I would eat a cracker that has been anywhere near a mouse, but for the kids' sake, that was the analogy I came up with.
Well, that little mouse was at it today. Due to issues at our youngest sons' school and somethings we have seen go on, my husband is very adamant about removing him (it's just headstart, so technically, we wouldn't be purposefully committing truancy); I feel that being in a social environment at school is very important. Learning how to work with others, see how others behave and then learn from their behavior (good for good, and bad to good), is also important in molding your children.
Today, for the ump-teenth time, I heard my husband say, "I think we should just pull him out" <--- (the cracker)... I hear him from the restroom but do not reply simply because I like to choose my battles wisely. It was too early and I had no coffee in my system to logically say anything that would sway this man's opinion of the school.
Once I return to the living area, Kasidy, <--- the mouse, decides she is hungry and wants to break off a piece of that cracker. "Mom, dad said he thinks we should pull Kanon out of that school."... Now at first, I think, sure, she is just wanting to let me know what daddy said. Then I look at her, and from our previous conversation in her bedroom over lipstick, I begin to see the wheels turning in her head. See the issue? To make a long story short, Kasidy got the cracker, and mom and dad were arguing at 7:20 in the morning. And to make matters worse, I couldn't win this fight. But in way, I will!
Because I've had just long enough to create the perfect punishment for her when she returns from school. No corporal punishment will suffice and grounding her to her room is, ironically, a Godsend at her awkward age, because she would rather be alone reading her books, drawing and listening to music. Nor will I punish the rest of the family by subjecting them to her pouting, sour words during family time. No, a good old fashioned sentence lesson. "I will not tattle" written for a set number of times. Short and sweet, and all in perfect penmanship... which she HATES! Bwuahahaha -- I win!
Until the next Saga,
LaVonda
Well, that little mouse was at it today. Due to issues at our youngest sons' school and somethings we have seen go on, my husband is very adamant about removing him (it's just headstart, so technically, we wouldn't be purposefully committing truancy); I feel that being in a social environment at school is very important. Learning how to work with others, see how others behave and then learn from their behavior (good for good, and bad to good), is also important in molding your children.
Today, for the ump-teenth time, I heard my husband say, "I think we should just pull him out" <--- (the cracker)... I hear him from the restroom but do not reply simply because I like to choose my battles wisely. It was too early and I had no coffee in my system to logically say anything that would sway this man's opinion of the school.
Once I return to the living area, Kasidy, <--- the mouse, decides she is hungry and wants to break off a piece of that cracker. "Mom, dad said he thinks we should pull Kanon out of that school."... Now at first, I think, sure, she is just wanting to let me know what daddy said. Then I look at her, and from our previous conversation in her bedroom over lipstick, I begin to see the wheels turning in her head. See the issue? To make a long story short, Kasidy got the cracker, and mom and dad were arguing at 7:20 in the morning. And to make matters worse, I couldn't win this fight. But in way, I will!
Because I've had just long enough to create the perfect punishment for her when she returns from school. No corporal punishment will suffice and grounding her to her room is, ironically, a Godsend at her awkward age, because she would rather be alone reading her books, drawing and listening to music. Nor will I punish the rest of the family by subjecting them to her pouting, sour words during family time. No, a good old fashioned sentence lesson. "I will not tattle" written for a set number of times. Short and sweet, and all in perfect penmanship... which she HATES! Bwuahahaha -- I win!
Until the next Saga,
LaVonda
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