That one is for she who will remain nameless.
Part one of my work day is over, part two consists of two hours with a fat kid that hates me. Apparently she hates everyone that makes her move. I won't let her take the elevator, I park far away from the places we go shopping. She wiiiiinnnneessss. I don WAAANNNAAA. I smile sweetly and tell her, it's good to get your heart pumping.
It can only get worse from here. She wrote on the black board Wednesday, " I hate Glena Dusky" I Told her she spelled my name wrong and corrected the spelling. SIGH.. I didn't react, but sometimes... Sometimes. the little devil in me would like to say "back atcha fatso"
however I am kind.
I care about her, but I think I have lost the battle. Her other tech lets her do what she wants, and doesn't bother to teach her. I won't allow her to tear into packages in the store and handle things she is not buying. I tell her that is rude. She says, "WHY!" and I say because if I wanted to buy something I wouldn't pick the thing you just damaged. Get my drift? She doesn't get it. Her kind father beams when I bring back his pudgy little gem. He will be the only one in her life to give her unconditional love. I see a grim future, one fraught with a cheating husband and seven ungrateful kids, but Daddy beams on. SIGH...
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