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Bad Morning

visioncgbc | May 07, 2008 05:10

 

Well it actually started yesterday.  Mark's been after Meagan to find out when her housing deposit for Greensboro is due.  I don't think it's totally that Meagan is irresponsible.  I think she's a lot like me, she has a lot, too much going on, and possibly could do what needs to be done, but the pressure of it all causes paralyzation. So Mark found out that the housing deposit was due May 1, and I called to try and pay it.  I was told that because Meagan is 18, she has to get her ID # before it can be paid. The hours for that are 8:00-5:00.  Meagan works before school and after school until 6:00.  It's not easy to just get time off when you work at a day care.  I may have to force her to quit, which isn't good because she's been very good about helping to buy her clothes, she's even wanting to eat healthy and has actually bought her own food for that.  I know that she helps out with little things that I don't even know about which makes me feel very guilty.  So in turn I am very willing to get a second job especially now that the medicine I'm on is making me feel better.  But if I do that it will interfere with Vision, and church, so I'm praying God's will.  I'm not the necessary component in Vision, God is.  Meagan and I passive aggressively disagreed on all this last night.  I went to bed, but only after I binged on 25 lb. of dark chocolate which I now am reminded of when I stare at the zit squarely located on my chin.  

Now, to the bad morning.  Chloe got her hair cut yesterday and loved it, and Mark loved and I loved it.  So when she got up today, I was expecting an especially smooth morning because of her hair elation-NOT. Her hair is cut in a little bob.  You know the kind that goes under, unless you have stringy hair and don't fix it, and then it's just messy looking.  Ya that's right.  My child informed me she wanted the latter.  I was determined today.  I was not gonna let her do this.  I always say "whatever" and let her go to school looking like "whatever" but I wasn't gonna give in today.  I straightened it and it curled under.  Looked awesome.  She then told me that Daddy told her that if she didn't like her hair curled under just to tell me, and tell her he didn't like it curled under either. I told her that I used to be a little girl, and I knew what looked good on a little girl-brilliant right?  It was on.  She started crying and said she hated it.  I said "Fine, I'll pull it straight."  "No, you don't like it that way." We did this back and forth for what seemed like hours, but in reality it happened somewhere between 7:15-7:30.  She wanted me to say that I liked it the stringy way, but I wasn't gonna do it today.  I informed her that if she didn't do something that involved us getting closer to walking out the door I was fixin' to inflict pain on her.  "You're mean."  "You're a brat."  Continued crying.  Meagan comes in and tries to console a bit, which was thoughtful, 'cause that never happens.  Slamming of draws going on for both us.  Couldn't find her shoes, finally did.  The reality of the day by this time had sunk in.  I looked terrible, wasn't gonna have time to do much about it, and Chloe may not even get breakfast.  At this point she realized the reality of the day and apologizes.  I run up stairs because I know that to go to work I must change out my PJs at least.  

Now, the kicker.  Chloe runs up the stairs to brush her teeth.  She flips her hair and says "I like my hair like this, it's cute" Kiss

I am often offered advice by people who either have no kids, or just are in a totally different place than I am.  It's kinda tough for me to want to hear advice from a person who speaks to me in theory.  

There's a big world movement going on of people giving feel-good advice who have no clue where lasting hope comes from.  So, even though at this moment I'm quivering from emotional fatigue, I still go to the Rock.  

You be careful.  When we are at our weakest moment, Satan cleverly sends someone along that seems to say exactly what might sound so good, so much fairer.  Don't even step one foot on that path; it's a path to destruction.

  http://www.biblebb.com/files/MAC/2113.htm

    

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