Ten Things I Hate About Mom, Part 2

Continued from Part 1 

Hubby’s working late, so I sit here enjoying two of my favorite not-so-guilty pleasures…writing and watching black and white TV. Tonight’s fare: The Twilight Zone. I love this show because there’s always a twist or an ending that leaves your emotions a little weird, off-kilter, skewed.

Sometimes my relationship with our daughter feels somewhat Twilightish. As in the TV series, not the pallid, sullen, angsty kind of Twilight. On second thought, we’re hitting adolescence, so we do have a bit of that going on as well. Some days, I think she hates me. (And, let’s be honest, I will always, always love her, but some days she makes it difficult for me to enjoy her company.)

The counselor agrees with us; our girl knows every detail of what she should do. For many reasons, she chooses to do the opposite.  In spite of what we thought might be a breakthrough a few counseling appointments ago, the counselor feels that it’s not the key. “She’s angry. She radiates fury. And, I’m sure thinking about her birth parents and what they did isn’t helping her. But the problem isn’t that she’s angry. The problem is, she’s decided to win.”

Which means we may have some very long years ahead of us.

All last week, I reminded her to clean her room. I suggested she get up early and clean it up before school. Encouraged her to take ten minutes each evening to do a bit. Friday arrived. Pizza-n-Movie night, as long as they’ve had overall success with behavior and chores. And rooms must be clean (so at least one day a week, we can kiss them good night without tripping over a Barbie or Lego creation).

For over four years, the rules for P-n-M night have not changed. They know the drill. Both have missed a few nights. Our first two years, the boy missed a LOT of nights. This year, though, they almost always earn the treat.

She was still cleaning her room (it shouldn’t take two hours, but she plays) when the pizza finished cooking, so I decided she could eat with us and then go finish her room. I didn’t happen to mention it to Hubby. I thought she’d be thrilled with the bit of grace and it would encourage her to complete the clean up in less time.

Then, I fell asleep on the couch.

Girlfriend didn’t head back downstairs when she finished her pizza. She stayed and watched the entire movie.

I woke up as the credits rolled, to see her looking over at me. Assuming she’d followed the plan, I said, “so, I see you made it back up here before the end of the movie. Great!”

Hubby glanced over at me. “She never left. Was she supposed to do something?”

I sat up. “What were you supposed to do when you finished eating?”

“Clean my room,” she said.

“So…you watched the movie, but you didn’t clean your room?”

Smug little smile. “Yes.”

These are the moments when I wish certain things were not illegal. Duct taping a child to the ceiling, for instance. Actually, I don’t think it’s illegal, but since it could lead to trouble, I skipped it. (Oh, come ON. You’ve never considered this? Sure you haven’t.) Hubby, who has become a child-psych genius, said, “Okay. You didn’t do it when you were supposed to. Is there anything else you didn’t do?”

She nodded. “I didn’t really clean up in our bathroom. And I never put away the dishes.”

I was so tired, I hadn’t checked behind her.

Lest you think she is Cinderella: both kids have a couple chores to do each day (she puts away dishes and fills the dog’s water. He takes out the trash and tidies their bathroom). They clean up their rooms (ideally) a bit each day. On Fridays, they each have an extra chore since there’s no homework. Cleaning their bathroom was her Friday chore.

Hubby stared her down. “We’re going to give you a certain amount of time to finish those chores. What is your consequence if you don’t do it?”

I gazed at him in wonder. What a great idea. The counselor keeps telling her that her bad choices are making her miserable, but the resulting consequences have been coming from us. Now she’ll make her own consequences. Perhaps it will affect her choices. (Spoiler alert: nope.)

Since she loves to sleep in, he told her that she needed to get up early to complete her chores. He gave her a time by which to finish. It was less time than she usually takes, but at least half an hour longer than she actually needed. “What is your consequence if you don’t finish? You get to pick. Think about it for a minute, and then let us know.” We both expected her to say something like, “I have to do an extra chore.”

“No movies for a month,” she said.

Wait. What?

I started to speak, but he held up a hand. “She made the choice. Now she only has to do one thing to avoid it. Do the work, on time.”

About 15 minutes after the deadline, I checked in with her. She was still putting away the dishes, but she’d really done a stellar job in the bathroom and her room. We thought maybe some grace was in order. I asked if she’d also filled the dog’s water bowl and bucket. She said she had, with a bit more enthusiasm than warranted, but I just thought she was excited about finishing close to the deadline.

I asked her about her morning. “First, I got up, and then I cleaned my room, and then the bathroom, and now the dishes.” Noticing she hadn’t mentioned the water, I asked about that. “Oh, I did the dog water first, I forgot. I did the water, then my room, then the bathroom, then the dishes.”

While I was speaking to her, Hubby noticed one of the dogs was missing, but she said she’d locked the dog in the pen to eat so the others wouldn’t take the food. He went to let the dog out and came back fast. “Come here, please,” he said. I went outside to find the water dish half empty and full of dirt. He said the water bucket, which holds about four gallons, had a half inch of dirty water in the bucket.

He called our daughter outside. “Did you fill the water?”

Smiling, she said, “Yes, right before I cleaned my room.”

He led her over to the water dish, asking again, and again she said she’d filled it. “Look at the water dish and tell me what you see,” he instructed. She looked at the dish and shrugged.

“We can tell you didn’t fill it this morning. Do you know how we know?” She shook her head at him. “Because,” he pointed, “half the water’s gone and it’s dirty. Why did you lie to us?”

She looked him in the eye. “I wanted to see if I could get away with it.”

Arms folded, he looked down at her. “There’s almost no water in the dog pen bucket. When was the last time you filled that?”

I’d been asking her all week to confirm she’d filled it, and she always said she did it before getting dressed. We had a crazy week, so I never went behind her to check.

“I think I filled it a week ago,” she said. He asked her why she told me she’d filled it, and the answer was the same. Just to see if she could get away with the lie. (And for the short term, she had.)

We’ve had many conversations with both children about how animals need a water source, especially when it’s hot, or they might die. “So…you’d risk one of the dogs dying just to see if you can get away with a lie?” He was incredulous. She nodded.

We’d already discussed taking the dog-watering chore from her, but were concerned she’d see it as a won battle. She’s admitted in the past that she does things poorly or slowly (or not at all) in hopes that I’ll give up and do it myself. This time, we agreed. It’s not worth the life of one of the pups.

“Fine,” he said. “From now on, your brother is going to fill the water.” Smug smile. “But we’re going to pay him.” Less of a smile. “And you’re going to get two new chores to replace this one.” No smile.

Here’s hoping this phase ends soon. Very soon.

On a brighter note, they rarely have a rough patch at the same time, which means our son is doing great. He’s working hard in school. The worst things he’s done recently? Forget his homework and toss a paper airplane. Problems of the 1950’s. No fighting, no violence, no principal’s office visits. He’s been positive and optimistic and funny. I’m truly having a great time being his Mama.

I’m heading to a conference tomorrow. Tonight, when I tucked him in, he asked me to snuggle for a few minutes. I was tired and said I planned to just go upstairs, but then he said in a strangled tone, “but you’re going to leave and you won’t come back to me.”  So I lay back next to him and we chatted. I told him about the conference and my conviction that I’d return the following day. He settled, snuggling up next to me. He fell asleep with his fingers twined in my hair (I think he was trying to keep me there).

If you’re in a similar situation, adoptive or not, remember to take one day at a time. It’s harder than it sounds, I know. Keep your expectations reasonable. If there’s been no light at the end of the tunnel for six weeks, don’t expect it to appear. That way, if it does, you’ll be thrilled (and if it’s another day of darkness, well, it’s just another day).

And always keep in mind that if the light does suddenly appear, you probably shouldn’t get too excited. Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.

Deep, right? (Just kidding.)

How would you have handled the situation? I’m interested in your thoughts. Unless they involve duct tape.

I’ve already thought of that. No go. It would ruin the ceiling.

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Day 15: Write a post based on your poll.  (If you haven’t voted yet, it’s not too late!)

Many of you voted for more stories from our crazy life, so the above is in your honor.

I’m not sure how to tell who voted, so here are the people I know did. THANK YOU!

(Everyone else: You should check these out. Lovely blogs, all of them.)

Homemade Naturally

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About Casey

Adoption = my life. I'll give it to you straight. Success, failure, truth.

Posted on October 1, 2015, in Adoption, Blogging101, Writing101 and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Well I am proud of you. And not just for avoiding the duct tape! By finding the lie, and loving her anyway, you’ve made her feel safe. By taking a nap on the couch, you took care of yourself. If say good job all around!
    Sometimes our chickens have to do “restitution” to make up for the extra work we have to do. For instance, since we love our chickens so much, we don’t mind double checking and triple checking their chores. But, that means we don’t get to other things the chores we should be doing. So then our chickens can make up for it by doing those chores and so on. We are happy to have this great parenting time to teach them important life skills such as cleaning. I think I’ve only gotten that “foreman” job once, because after that our kids declared they had learned how to complete their “kid chores” without our help.
    Keep on keeping on, Mama. You rock. Even without the duct tape!!

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    • Thank you very much! Yes, this chicken is running me ragged. I have great hopes for the future, though–maybe if we stick to our proverbial guns, eventually she’ll realize it’s pointless and stop fighting us. Or, if not, she’ll just do a lot of chores. 🙂

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  2. Pretty hard doing the tough love parenting but it sounds like you have a good handle on it

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  3. Whew. I wish you bundles of energy, strength and patience. What a blessing the two of you are in this parenting adventure — whole-heartedly together! Both of you have limitless love and wisdom (as you draw fromTHE source). I don’t know what I would do . . . but I do know I talk too much. Actions speak louder than words.
    (And thanks for the special mention. 🙂 )

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  4. Thank you for sharing your experience. I was adopted and my experience wasn’t the best. I fought with my parents all the time. They didn’t understand me – we were wired differently. I didn’t know that at the time and they wouldn’t have entertained the idea. It is what it is.Older and wiser I can now see their possible perspectives and I can appreciate the better times more. I always intended to write about my experiences but it never felt the right time. When articles and blog posts on the subject pop up out of the blue like yours has done today, they draw me closer to writing about it. Thank you for the reminder. I wish you well as you share in the growth and development of your young and spirited children.

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  5. Thank you for the link! 😉
    I’m keeping my fingers crossed and praying that you see sunshine (and not an oncoming train!) soon.

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