The sounds of silence.

The day started with Sassy Britches missing the bus. It sure looked like an intentional miss if you ask me. (Cameras all over my house.) She must really have a strong distaste for second hour. Chemistry isn’t really my fav either, but I’m pretty sure adulting equals doing things you don’t like everyday. You know I’m not wrong here. 

Poor Hubby. This is why I don’t leave without all the ducklings in tow. We really should have just traded places for this trip for the sake of his blood pressure. I guarantee he’d be having a lot more fun at a legitimate amusement park versus the thrill ride we’ve got going on back at home. 

All the paperwork that is actually *necessary* for school enrollment has been turned in. Hopefully the new addition can start this week. She’s going a bit stir crazy stuck at home twiddling her thumbs. Last I heard the new school is waiting for transcripts from the old school in order to create a schedule. I was waiting for further arguments about not submitting proper documentation. Nothing yet. Could it be the district has had some further foster care training?

I had someone ask how the silent treatment from Cohort is going. Answer is, it’s still in full swing. I have a self imposed golden rule that I have no right to be upset with anyone if I’m not going to give them the benefit of knowing how I feel and why, along with giving them to opportunity to work it out. In the spirit of that, I left Cohort a long letter about the feelings and the needs of others being just as important as her own. Taking responsibility for the hurt you cause, just as others should be doing for her. No response from Cohort. I figured a letter would serve her better than potentially making her feel cornered. She could process it at her own pace and address it as she saw fit with no pressure. I’ve now learned that the method she sees fit is her old standby method called, “I’m ignoring you until I need something.” Which I suppose is fine, because I won’t feel any urgency when I’m asked for the something non emergent. Like I said, the silence continues. 

I am the target of ignored a lot at home. Joke is on you kids, I’m an only child. I really love to be by myself. I can take myself to dinner… you know, by myself. I’ve just finished walking an entire amusement park by myself, followed by a late lunch… by myself. The more alone time you give me, the more time I have to think about how I’m going to teach each of you to be good humans. So, thanks, I’ve been making a digital list of kindness and compassion building exercises during all this down time. Go me. 

Maybe by the time I get back, I’ll be given the time of day and some type of resolution from Cohort. If not, I hope YouTube has a really good 1040ez tutorial for teenagers.