Boy oh boy.... Amanda moving back home sure has stirred up all kinds of excitement. You know..... the yelling, bossing, picking, etc. We agreed she could move back home as long as she carried her own weight financially and with chores and such. We also had the talk about how she couldn't yell, pick or bully any of the kids living at home.
Thursday morning the boys got up kind of quickly as Justin had a dentist appointment and apparently they woke up Amanda who got pretty upset and asked them to 'tip-toe around upstairs'. Yeah.... that's gonna happen! Then - at lunch today - Amanda tells me that she does not want to contribute anything to food in the house. She has now seen first-hand how these kids can eat and eat and eat and eat... and she doesn't want to have to pay a portion of the amount of money it cost to put food in the house for them to tear through it like they do. (Remember a gallon of milk, loaf of bread, gallon of ice cream - all can be gone in ONE day with these kids). We told her that we would not allow her to not contribute to that - mainly because - if we did, we'd have to police her... you know, make sure she wasn't eating any of the food or other groceries we bought... and I don't want to do that. In addition, there are non-food items that you buy while grocery shopping (toilet paper, napkins, soap, etc). On the positive side, they will be starting school again soon and will eat 2 of their meals there.
I guess it just rubs me the wrong way that she has come into our home - desperate - and yet acts the way she does. We gave her one room of the house, she took two. She wanted the cat litter out of the room, I said, since you've taken 2 rooms, I want to leave the cat litter where it is - it's moved. She's so poor and yet she's been to see two new movie releases in the past couple of weeks. I mean... we literally figured out what it would cost US to just have her live at home, we gave her 2 months 'free' (meaning she can just pay what she can) before she needs to kick in money to support her living here. And yet... she wants to cut back on that! I can just already feel the tension building between us... and I hate that . She's my oldest daughter. I want to love her and watch her go out on her own and make a wonderful life for herself. And she will... I know she will.
I am drawing up the rental agreement as I type. She wants it all formal and in writing. No problem there.
She also couldn't mooch a drive into work today. I asked her to go apply at some places down the street... close enough where she could walk or ride a bicycle. And - to my utter amazement - she's there now. I told her she should go do this because her new job at Chili's wasn't even full time! I'm hoping and praying that it all works out for her. I know she'll be happy if she's working someplace where she doesn't have to beg someone to drive her to and from. Plus - with the financial hole she's in, she needs to work not only full time, but overtime!
And this is the hardest part: I want Amanda to acknowledge that she needs help or guidance right now. She's had a rough year... her own friends are telling her that she 'didn't just burn bridges, she burned and then demolished them'. Add to that two boyfriends which she has been extremely clingy to (you know, that annoying 'what are you doing right now, what did you just do, what are you going to do, who are you doing it with, who's with you'..... that stuff) I am confident that we can guide her in the right direction. Not pull her in ours... but actually get her compass set on the right area and gently push her forward. We want her to get a job and work hard. We want her to go to Church with us. We want her to pay off her obligations. And we want her heart to be filled with hope, love, and faith. That last sentence was probably the most important. She hasn't had that in a while. Sure, she's been excited about things (like moving to Denver) but she hasn't really had that 'fire' inside of her.
So... about us. It is EXTREMELY worse with 5 teens at home instead of 4. I can't really describe it.... it's not that Amanda is just awful or anything like that... it's that --- it's just way more chaotic. I once described Amanda's visits as: us being a snow-globe and Amanda comes over and shakes it. Yeah... it's like that. And.... Chris and I had a fight last night because of all the chaos. It's midnight, Amanda's just getting home... we can't get kids into bed... I didn't have money to stop and buy toilet paper and Amanda walks in with McDonalds (where SHE has money from since she hasn't worked in forever I've no idea) Add to this the fact that I've not been feeling well... and you get hurt feelings and arguments.
Amanda just called... Target offered her a job and although not a lot per hour, but I guess... guaranteed full time and close to home might win. She didn't ask about any of their benefits or anything like that, but I'm sure they offer benefits to their full time employees, which Amanda hasn't had in a LONG time. So... maybe this is right for her... we'll see!
And for those concerned about my health - my doctor - one week after my test - still has not called me back yet. I actually received the hard copy of the report yesterday and it's... scary. Scary to know that something might be wrong. Scary to see the word 'tumor' anywhere. So... I call them often... and I sit and wait for the return call. Headache pounding. They did tell me about my blood test and - no surprise here - my iron is low. It's 10. Normal should be 100 or something like that. It would explain why I'm so tired. They called in a prescription, now I just have to get down there and pick it up. Alas... that big money beast once again.
I better run. Please keep us all in your thoughts and prayers.
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