So this really isn't a secret, but it's something I'm starting to become very worried about, especially after last week's Monday Secret.
I'm deathly afraid that Paige will have major eating disorders as she continues to grow up. It runs in my family, I over eat, my sister doesn't eat enough and it's all about control with her (my sister.)
I've noticed that Paige will not eat just to have control over a situation and to prove a point. The other day for lunch she wanted spaghettios and basically picked the meatballs out and proclaimed she was done because she was full. I knew this couldn't be true but I've decided not to argue with her about food. So Mike says no you are not full, and how about if we take turns eating? So he covers his mouth with the bowl during his turns and doesn't really put any food in his mouth and Paige scarfs down the whole bowl in like 5 minutes. WTF?!?!?!
Food is such an issue for her and I'm so mad at myself for allowing it to happen. I have no idea how to fix this mess.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Neighbors
So about a year ago, we had new neighbors move in who I'll refer to as M & D. At the time, they were boyfriend and girlfriend, but are now married. M has a 4 year old daughter from a previous marriage (A) and A and Paige play pretty well together (for the most part, there is some drama, but not bad).
Last summer the girls would go back and forth between houses, ours one night, A's the next. Maybe they were at our house more but it didn't really bother me much.
This spring/summer is a different story, we bought the swing set (a cheap ghetto metal one from Kmart, but they LOVE it) and A is at our house ALL THE TIME. Typically when we get home, Paige sees that M's car is home and runs over to their house before even coming into our house. Fine. Next thing you know A is shooting out of her house and both are dashing to our swing set. Again, fine. I'm starting to notice that A is ALWAYS at our house and the girls are never playing at A's.
So last night it's cool and rainy and not a good night to play outside. The above scenario plays out, and after about 2 minutes outside I tell the girls to come inside and play. They are rather good at entertaining themselves, but I still have to referee occasionally. So Paige pulls out her "new" (from a rummage sale with 2 pieces missing) strawberry shortcake game for her and A to play and it's painfully obvious that A has never played a board game before because she has no clue what to do. She finally seems to grasp it, I leave to change my clothes and Paige comes storming in a minute later saying A is playing it wrong. I tell them to put it away and play with Paige's barbies.
A is over for about an hour before I send her home so we can eat. After supper Paige wants to play with A, so we send her over there with instructions to play at A's house, A is eating and will come over when she's done. Great. So A comes over a little while later and we say, why don't you go over to your house? A replies "my mom doesn't want us to play at my house." WTF?!?!?! I was livid. A was over for about 5 minutes and we sent her home.
Mike looked outside a little while later and noticed A sitting on the steps outside of her house alone. Again, WTF? She's only 4. Someone could grab her so fast. Granted I leave the 2 girls outside alone for a few minutes, but my windows are open and Duchess is outside. She'll bark protectively at a kid biking down the street so I know she won't let anything go down.
I really really really like M and D, but am really starting to doubt M's parenting. Her ex gets her EVERY single weekend from Thursday afternoon-Sunday afternoon and then she's at our house almost every night. How about spending a little time with your kid? I have a feeling that she's sending A to our house all the time so her and the new hubby can have a quickie. But hey, I wouldn't mind one too!
I know I need to say something to M, but it's hard. I don't like to confront people and this is such an awkward topic. I don't want it to come out petty, but hey one night over at A's so I can have a quiet house-is that too much to ask?
Last summer the girls would go back and forth between houses, ours one night, A's the next. Maybe they were at our house more but it didn't really bother me much.
This spring/summer is a different story, we bought the swing set (a cheap ghetto metal one from Kmart, but they LOVE it) and A is at our house ALL THE TIME. Typically when we get home, Paige sees that M's car is home and runs over to their house before even coming into our house. Fine. Next thing you know A is shooting out of her house and both are dashing to our swing set. Again, fine. I'm starting to notice that A is ALWAYS at our house and the girls are never playing at A's.
So last night it's cool and rainy and not a good night to play outside. The above scenario plays out, and after about 2 minutes outside I tell the girls to come inside and play. They are rather good at entertaining themselves, but I still have to referee occasionally. So Paige pulls out her "new" (from a rummage sale with 2 pieces missing) strawberry shortcake game for her and A to play and it's painfully obvious that A has never played a board game before because she has no clue what to do. She finally seems to grasp it, I leave to change my clothes and Paige comes storming in a minute later saying A is playing it wrong. I tell them to put it away and play with Paige's barbies.
A is over for about an hour before I send her home so we can eat. After supper Paige wants to play with A, so we send her over there with instructions to play at A's house, A is eating and will come over when she's done. Great. So A comes over a little while later and we say, why don't you go over to your house? A replies "my mom doesn't want us to play at my house." WTF?!?!?! I was livid. A was over for about 5 minutes and we sent her home.
Mike looked outside a little while later and noticed A sitting on the steps outside of her house alone. Again, WTF? She's only 4. Someone could grab her so fast. Granted I leave the 2 girls outside alone for a few minutes, but my windows are open and Duchess is outside. She'll bark protectively at a kid biking down the street so I know she won't let anything go down.
I really really really like M and D, but am really starting to doubt M's parenting. Her ex gets her EVERY single weekend from Thursday afternoon-Sunday afternoon and then she's at our house almost every night. How about spending a little time with your kid? I have a feeling that she's sending A to our house all the time so her and the new hubby can have a quickie. But hey, I wouldn't mind one too!
I know I need to say something to M, but it's hard. I don't like to confront people and this is such an awkward topic. I don't want it to come out petty, but hey one night over at A's so I can have a quiet house-is that too much to ask?
Monday, June 02, 2008
Yep, You're a Better Mom Than Me
If I see a statement to this effect again I think I might puke: "I just saw on the news somewhere that stay-at-home moms would get about $138,000 / year if we got paid. Not to bad!"
Some nitwit on my mom's group board posted this. I'm THIS CLOSE to posting, "Since I work outside the home, tack on an extra $35,000 for my pay from my job."
And this one too:
"A man came home from work and found his three children
outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door
to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a Cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was
spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more
piles of clot hes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way
out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?'
She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?'
'Yes,' was his incredulous reply.
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'"
Oh ha ha, aren't you all just laughing your heads off? I think I've only gotten that one about 1 million times before. So I do all that in addition to the 8 or so hours I'm away from home.
And horror of horrors, I'm starting a Bible study tonight so that's even more time away from my precious offspring. How ever will she cope? Good thing her dad's around to "babysit" her.
Boy I must not be pregnant this month, I have killer PMS.
Some nitwit on my mom's group board posted this. I'm THIS CLOSE to posting, "Since I work outside the home, tack on an extra $35,000 for my pay from my job."
And this one too:
"A man came home from work and found his three children
outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door
to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a Cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was
spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more
piles of clot hes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way
out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?'
She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?'
'Yes,' was his incredulous reply.
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'"
Oh ha ha, aren't you all just laughing your heads off? I think I've only gotten that one about 1 million times before. So I do all that in addition to the 8 or so hours I'm away from home.
And horror of horrors, I'm starting a Bible study tonight so that's even more time away from my precious offspring. How ever will she cope? Good thing her dad's around to "babysit" her.
Boy I must not be pregnant this month, I have killer PMS.
Monday Secret
I'm copying my favorite Indiana resident and changing Sunday Secret to Monday Secret. Here's mine: I'm obsessed with food. It's sick. After thinking about having something chocolate all afternoon, I finally paid 85 cents for a stupid Butterfinger candy bar and devoured it in like a minute. I'm THIS CLOSE to getting another one. Meanwhile, I'm picking the Butterfinger pieces out of my teeth and hoping that will tide me over until I stop at Dollar General on the way home for a package of shortbread chocolate covered cookies. UGH.
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