I didn't have much homework this week, just to read a chapter and take a Quiz (noted in previous post). I did however have a hard time getting the reading done. Class was Wednesday and I didn't get done till late.
No time the first night but the second night I got about an hours in after reading my son a bedtime story. I finally fell asleep reading (my book is not going to look pretty is I keep falling asleep on it). The next night I was on a Team retreat, I tried to read when I got home but was bombarded with kids wanting attention. I then had to re-shower and go out with the kids shopping. Then came home changed and went to my Aunts Birthday Party with my mother. No time that night. Saturday was working till 3:30 to make up from Wednesday and then took my son to The Smurfs because he did his laundry. We had fun and got some stuff for our new Kitten at the pet store. We got home late and then I tried to rest but got in an argument with my teanager who now wanted me to go out again to another movie. Yeah no way.... too tired. I did go to the grocery store and my daughter left to the movie on her own. I had to wait till 12 to pick her up and watched Dexter while waiting because I was to tired to read. Next day is family day and we spent the day at gateway. We ate lunch at Happy Sumo and had Dragon Scales, Miso Soup, Sushi and Teriyaki Chicken. It was great except for the 2 times we spilled. Good thing we were on the patio. We went to Sur La Tab and got free coffee from the express machine demonstration and my son played in the fountain while I read my Assignment. Kris went shopping on her own. We left around 7 after grabbing the next book in her series and went home. Kris started an argument on the way home and I tried to let it go. I took my quiz then. Then of course the teenager didn't let it go and now I am a bad guy and everyone hates me. I was reasured I was not loved.
Is this normal behaviour for 14 going on 15? Or do I really suck at everything because I won't give my teenager everything she wants right when she wants it. Oh well I am used to being hated.
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