Our house continues to be beaten to death by kids.
Sigh.........
Chris gets a call today that goes something like this:
Kayte: Uncle Chris? Can you please do all your yelling in the car on your way home this afternoon?
Chris: What happened?
Kayte: Well, I didn't do anything! But...
Chris: What broke?
Kayte: I didn't break it! Well... Sean and Justin were playing, running around the house.
Chris: What did they break? **remember last time they put a hole in the bathroom wall**
Kayte: Justin ran into Kayla's room and shut the door. Sean ran - was really running - and tried to get into the door and forgot to turn the doorknob.
Chris: He did what?
Kayte: Well, it broke the wood that's all around the door really bad. It's just hanging there.
We of course send Sean home immediately. I'm furious that they broke MORE stuff here in the house. Walls. Cabinets. Plates. Cups. Chairs. Sofas. Doors. Computers. Carpets.
Frrrrrrrrustrating
I am the first adult home (Chris is still working as I type) and I go to look at it. Kayte had fist-hammered part of it back into place... but it still looks horrible. Not only did it break the trim, but the inside of the frame is cracked a lot - I'd say it's over a foot long - he must have hit it HARD. The door itself is fine, the frame is not. If I remember correctly... the door is cheap... the frame is what's more expensive to fix/replace. Just perfect! Just what we need.
As I sit typing this... thinking of how much in this house has been broken... thinking about Kayla's HORRIBLE carpet that she is paying to have cleaned because of her constant abuse of hair gel.... the constant breaking of cabinet doors and glasses... constant dirty walls... I don't feel as angry anymore as I do -- beaten. Yeah, that's the word. I feel like they are getting the better of me, and I hate that feeling.
Tonight Justin has a baseball game at Plant High School down in South Tampa.... we have to drive down there so we're all going to go to his game. (Assuming Chris is home from work in time that is.) I also invited Auntie Katie and Nana and Papa Jimmie - since it's down in their 'neck of the woods' I thought they might enjoy watching him play.
Sigh... I'm sitting here so upset that I'm so upset about the door frame. Here y'all think I'm so good... so patient... so strong. And here I sit... feeling angry and defeated.
I've got to run... must figure out what we are doing for dinner and pick up the house before Chris gets home. I leave you with this today:
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus. For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose. Philippians 2:3-5,13
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3 comments:
Hang in there T! You are doing an amazing job.
Please don't beat yourself up because you're angry and frustrated. We all get angry and frustrated at things. They're teenagers, they're hard on stuff and they don't pay as much attention as I know you'd like them to.
Try to focus on the positive things that you are showing the children and remember that it's all fixable!
~M
I read the comment from Michelle and must disagree with her dismissal of their behavior because they are teenagers. They have complete disregard for their surroundings, no respect is the bottom line. Tina, I have raised 2 sons as you well know. Our house was the "hang-out". Never was there a broken door, broken cabinet, etc. Of course, if there were, the boys all knew the ramifications would be greater than their act of stupidity. You are walking a fine line because I feel that you don't want to be so hard on them. They are using that to their advantage. Who cares if they like you; your job is to raise them, teach them respect of others (which of course includes their things). I feel you need to be harder, but I'm not in that position. How did Justin do in the game??? BTW, my boys are older and do like me. I really didn't care if they liked me when they were younger, that wasn't my job then. Believe me, it's all totally worth it...
I'm of both minds... I do believe you're too soft with the kids because they're not yours and they walk all over you because of it.
I also think that it's just a door. Don't freak too much over things that can be fixed. Because there are things in life that can't be fixed if they break, and those are the things worth protecting.
But don't mind me, it's 1:30 AM and I'm rambling. LOL
Love,
Your 21 year old daughter
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