War what is it good for, absolutly NOTHING

I tired of being a mediator. I am tired of be asked to side with someone. I am just T-I-R-E-D!!!!

Life comes in all angles and sometimes you feel like your in a row boat with no oars, in the middle of a storm at sea. Pretty much you are screwed, anyway you look at it. Jumping into the sea sometimes seems easier then hanging on for dear life and riding the waves out.

I claim to be a key maker in my life, for those that don't know what that is check out this former blog posting. I am trying piece together bits of things that I am struggling with and put together a road map that last night was shredded into pieces.

I know that I am a mother first and all life's tribulations and pleasures for me have to be set aside, for my children.

More later....let me find some tape........

White Flags????

First off I must apologize to anyone I may have come across in my life between the ages of 9 and 18. I owe a huge debt to my mother who must have had to deal with this:lovely spirit, when approaching me with some life or death task, like washing the dishes after supper. I think my hair has gotten even grayer this last day or two. At work yesterday after I experienced a near death brush with the hormone raising twelve year old, I pondered and concocted different counter techniques to shield myself from the blows. I pull up and wait at the doors of the school, wondering what demon like child would enter my car. Much to my surprise and shock this is what I saw emerge from the heavy metal doors:

She skipped into her seat, with an angelic smiles and bursts into a bubble tale of the happenings of the day. I listened with my jaw dropped in awe. Was this the same demon possessed child I forced to go to school? Was there an exorcism performed, I was not aware of? Not only did she have a good day she was looking forward to the nights activities at the church. No talk of moving, or negatives at our house.

She went to Young Womens and her dance preparation and came home in the same pleasant mood.

So I have stripped myself of the battle gear, for right now, because I know my daughter, love my daughter, but our battles our just beginning!

It's War Baby

I strap my helmet onto my head, after making sure that the bullet proof vest is in place. I prepare to pull up my protective shield as I enter the uncharted waters. I have heard rumors about other entering the rapids and eventually finding their way out, but that is a long time for me to see at this point. I hear slamming and growling and I see the glaring eyes in the distance. Do I dare approach?

No I'm not preparing for some war in the jungle, just a stand off between parent and twelve year old.

I don't think she understands the person she up against. I am the queen of debate and the champion of dodge ball. I was the big sister and the rebellious child. I have plenty of ammunition in stock.

You ready? Cause there are no stops on this ride.

She is trying to convince me life is so hard and it would be so much better at her dads. She is tearing apart everything and making it sound pretty horrible.

Attack one, last night after 10 pm:

She hates getting up so early in the morning to get ready for school and help get the twins dressed.

Counter:

I let her sleep in till 15 minutes before we had to leave to get dressed, do her hair and what not....Didn't even need her assistance to get the girls dressed.

Attack:

She's sick and doesn't want to go to school.

Counter:

Okay, fine you can lay in my office all day, because you're tired of being left alone during the day.

Attack:

Refuses to wear a coat in pouring rain.

Counter:

Took her to school and called to make sure that she could stay in for recesses.

Attack:

Didn't want to get out of the car at school.

Counter:

Picked her up and carried her into the front office and told them she didn't want to get out of the car and made an appointment for her to see the school counselor today.

Bring it on.....I think tomorrow I may just wear some fugly outfit and show up to check on her at school....I think I'll make sure I let the twins do my hair.....

I am not allowing her to move in with her father, right now. It probably would be a little easier if I did, but I think she needs to put a little effort into our home and giving it a honest chance. I don't think her dad's place is any better, just different.

Weekend Ketchup

This weekend was too busy for me! I had fun though.

Friday night Johnathan and I joined his brother and his wife for dinner and a movie. We saw Four Christmases.......it was dumb. I laughed at the areas shown in the previews, and at the end, but I wouldn't recommend it.

I completely finished my Christmas shopping, Yeah me! I know you are all jealous!

Saturday I attended a workshop through People Helping People. I will receive an award Thursday night for accomplishments I have made.

Then I got my car emissioned and inspected!

Then I went grocery shopping.

I stayed up late, getting a head start on wrapping presents for the family. Wrapping not Rapping. Uncle David couldn't understand why the twins would enjoy RAPPING now so much, but in their older years, they wouldn't care so much for it.

Sunday, we went to church, sort of. We made it to Sacrament meeting. Sabrina was so ornery that she had to do a time out. She also burped so loud the people around us starting laughing! We took them to nursery and went to Sunday School. Then Sabrina had a stinky diaper. When we stop to get a drink from the water fountain, I noticed her cheeks were flushed! I felt her head and she she had a little fever. No wonder she was ornery. We went home early and all took naps. Nancy, that's why I never called you back!

Sunday night, we felt refreshed and joined our Layton Family for the annual Christmas party. It was fun to chat amongst my family and see how much the little kids have all grown!