The Boy refuses to get ready in the morning. All he has to do is brush his hair and teeth, eat a bowl of cereal and get dressed. I wake him at 6:30AM to do these things. I need to leave at 7:30AM to be on time for work. Well, he's made me late every.single.day. I haven't been able to get to work before 8:10AM in I don't know how long. Sometimes, I've been as late as 9AM. Yesterday, I broke. I'd had it. I had been yelling and fussing at the child all morning until my throat was hoarse and I didn't get to work until 8:30AM. That was the limit, y'all. The Limit. I went home last night and told him that we would be leaving from now on at 7:30AM and he would go to school in whatever state he happened to be in--pajamas, half-dressed, I didn't care. He didn't think I was serious. This morning, I got him up at 6:30AM, as usual. I reminded him of the new rule. Then, I got ready. I did not holler, fuss or fight with the child. At 7:30AM, I put ...
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I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings - but once you're on their list, you might as well just give up on EVER getting off! You will receive more junk mail now than you ever thought could possibly exist!
My sincere condolences.
Grannie in Florida
In fact, they recently started sending me things addressed to my (long-since-departed) Mom!