Warren has this thing. A quirk, if you will. An annoying, this better change at some point in his life or it's going to be a LONG road head of us, quirk. When things don't go his way, they are never his fault.
Never.
I know, right? Hard to imagine. But in his world, that's how it is. And he will blame anyone and anything for any slight misfortune.
Example? Well, he got a lower grade on something becuase there are less questions on the tests. Therefore, it is the teacher/test/school's fault. Not his. Definitely not his. And there was never any time for him to unload his overnight bag from last Saturday-Sunday. Not one spare moment from Sunday to Wednesday night when I discovered said bag shoved under something in his closet. I mean seriously, if the kid drops something and you happen to be in the vicinity, it's definitely your fault.
This unwillingness of his to accept responsibility for the things directly related to him is exhausting. I refuse to give up on driving this point home. In doing so I'm seriously trying to not scream and yell. But oh do his feelings get hurt. Instead of hearing what I have to say about being reponsible, he's upset that I'm angry with him.
So that's been going real well...
On Monday, Elaine will be getting four baby teeth pulled by the oral surgeon. The doctor explained to her what was going to happen and about the anesthesia. She won't be able to eat for six hours before the surgery. In Elaine terms, that means she won't be able to eat breakfast for days. Huh. And nausea? What is nausea? How will I make sure she doesn't get nausea? But the most important concern of all is how much ice cream will she get to eat and how nice will the tooth fairy be to a girl who has four teeth pulled?
All this and more to be answered on Tuesday...
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