Teach them the difference....

Between right and wrong. That is our main job/goal as a parent. To teach your children the value of what is right and what is wrong. Though life everyone does things that are wrong. It does not mean that the parents did not teach it to them though... Although when they do wrong, especially when they do very wrong.... The parents are the ones that take the blame, blame themselves, and wonder what they did wrong, or how they could have done better.

Tonight I am in that situation. I feel like a fuck up, failure of a mother. Apparently I have not taught well enough, the value of a dollar, of being honest, and of owning up to a mistake when you make one... We all make mistakes and I know that. It just totally sucks when you make them, or when your children make them. You want to go in and just erase it and you cannot.

Today life really just plain sucks. One day I will look back at this and it not seem like as big of a deal as it is now... probably when they do something much, much worse (lol, I think). I only hope that the younger three can just learn from the oldests mistakes, and not make the same ones... I can only hope.

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8 years at the same job!

I will say this about my work. No matter what is said, word gets around. Words also get twisted and changed, and rumors fly like well I don't know kites? I think co-workers are like a second family, not like to the point where you want to invite them over for Thanksgiving dinner... More like your around them enough that you are more than likely to have seen a bad side of them, and learned some annoyances. Chances are they were grumpy or depressed or pissed at some point and you have seen them at their worst. I think that makes it easier to get under each others skin and become annoyed. You get annoyed, you get over it, you move on. Your still co workers and you still get through. Like family, there are spats, you get over it move on and after it all your still family. So do I always love my co workers or getting up early, or when someone is rude to me, or when I don't make any money... OF COURSE NOT. I have good days and I have bad days. Today it was raining, I would have L

Sleep IN Sundays!!!

My kids know this rule. For the most part. Sundays Mama sleeps in. Get yourself cereal, be quiet and get along... Then I go and do something foolish, like allow 3 of 4 kids to have a friend over, which makes SEVEN kids in one house. One of which, apparently did NOT know the sleep in Sunday rule, even in the SLIGHTEST :o/ Of course when one kid wakes up, or at least this kid wakes up. ALL the kids are up. This did, help my ease of getting them all in bed this evening, but even so! ACK! The weekend went well. We spent time together at the park. All but Destiny of course, who has her own life now. I took some pictures I really liked. I am too lazy to post them here. If you want to see them you can go here. www.flickr.com/clorissasue Anyway that is all I have for now. I started a new blog, you can see it here . It will be for cooking, and recipes and such. This one will be kept for kids and life and bitching :) Just what I needed. Something more to do :)

Call CPS this must stop now!!!

My daughter, my oldest, the one I am a taxi for has had a ride to AND FROM several places where she was supposed to catch a ride home from this week. The library, she said she had a ride home, then the ride "left without her". The mall, I told her she'd be picked up by Tim when he got off work, and they were COLD and her friend had FLIP FLOPS on and no one came to the mall so can I get them now... She stayed the night at a friends and instead of waiting for friends mom to bring her home, she HAD to be picked up by 1 so she could go to a friends... That friends? She was supposed to walk HOME from and she called for a ride. So today it was lovely out. 65 or so out, sunny. School was out and Tim had to get the other kids first, as he stayed for a play Hannah was in... Well he did not pick up Destiny. I told her she could walk. For 30 min. I am NOT KIDDING 30 MIN. She sent him and I text after text asking to pick her up. PLEASE I will clean, I cleaned my room, its &qu

The oddly normal life of Clorie

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