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The Bar => The Lounge => Topic started by: BEG on September 30, 2009, 03:43:26 PM
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She is so emotional. She will cry at the drop of a hat. I signed her up for art classes after school. She gets off at 1:00 every wednesday and the art classes start right after school and last until 2:10. I reminded her when I went to her school today to help the teacher that she needed to remember to go to her art class today. She came home at 1:00. I told her she needed to run back to school (it is right around the corner). She immediately started bawling. I told her I paid $75 for those classes and that she is going to go. She said she couldn't go because now her face is red and her eyes look "all funny". I told her I didn't care and that by the time she got to school her face wouldn't be all red. She started crying harder.
I finally screamed at her to get to her room NOW. She ran up the stairs bawling all the way. She just came down stairs with a $100 bill and a note taped to it. The note said, "Will this pay for the $75?". First off, where in the heck did she get a $100 bill? I bet my Mom gave it to her, she is always doing crap like that and not telling me. I told her to come here and she screamed NO. I told her to take her money back and she screamed NO again and then added in some pitiful bawling and slammed her door shut.
I swear my other two were a walk in the park. If you look at this one cross eyed she starts crying. It's like she is hormonal 24/7 and she is only 10.
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Mines 11, soon to be 12. My wife wants a Premsyn PMS drip for her. :lmao:
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Gad. If my ten year old had treated her mother or me in such a manor, well, eleven would not be a guaranteed. Where do kids get off these days thinking they can treat their parents as if they are their peers?
All my children to this day love and respect me unquestionably, and I swear, there was never a moment in any of their lives they felt free to ignore me, scream at me, or in any way assume we were equals in any situation. In my house, a slammed door would be a door removed from its hinges.
I guess I was a mean-ass daddy. :innocent:
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My children were not allowed to slam doors...nor lock them. I was the only one allowed to slam my bedroom door. They knew when I went to my room and slammed the door....they were knee walkin' in deep do-do.
Prior to 9/11, we would tell my daughter, that when she had PMS....her personality could flatten NYC in 3 minutes and have 2 minutes 45 seconds of time left over. I thought I had horrible PMS until that child hit 11. She was/is just wicked. And very fortunate that her husband adores her! Her brother used to tell her a guy would have to be crazy to want to live with her!
BEG...check with her pediatrician and see if she can take that new medicine for PMS.....worth a try.
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I thought my youngest was emotional wow good luck
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Gad. If my ten year old had treated her mother or me in such a manor, well, eleven would not be a guaranteed. Where do kids get off these days thinking they can treat their parents as if they are their peers?
All my children to this day love and respect me unquestionably, and I swear, there was never a moment in any of their lives they felt free to ignore me, scream at me, or in any way assume we were equals in any situation. In my house, a slammed door would be a door removed from its hinges.
I guess I was a mean-ass daddy. :innocent:
You don't understand, I am a mean mom. All of my kids friends are afraid of me. I have a look that all kids can read as "You better shut the hell up right now or I will beat you". My other two kids wouldn't have done this. They would have cried but they would have turned right around and went back to school to take their art class. This one has a different personality, my Mom said she is like me. You can't joke about her at all or she loses it. If you look at her sideways she cries. Everyday it is something she is bawling about. I have told her so many times that she does not talk to me or her dad "that way" yet she does it again and again.
She also is a hypercondriac. Her head hurts, her knee hurts, he elbow hurts, her stomach hurts, her tooth hurts....etc. Now sometimes it is true, like she gets canker sores A LOT (on her throat even) and it is very painful. But an 11 year old doesn't have that many aches and pains. I have sat her down many times and told her that other kids don't like hanging around a complainer. Which makes her cry of course. I also said it's hard to tell if she is really hurting when she always complains. Which makes her cry as well. My mom called me a hypercondriac when I was complaining all the time of not feeling well. It took me having a stroke to prove her wrong. :p She said she would never use that word again. Then one time we were walking in the mall and I said I felt like I had meningitis, she let the "H" word slip from her lips. The next day I was in the hospital and diagnosed with chemical meningitis. :-)
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She also is a hypercondriac. Her head hurts, her knee hurts, he elbow hurts, her stomach hurts, her tooth hurts....etc. Now sometimes it is true, like she gets canker sores A LOT (on her throat even) and it is very painful. But an 11 year old doesn't have that many aches and pains.
My son was that way when he was about 12..knees, ankles, elbows, wrists, neck....drove us crazy!!!! He also grew 7 inches that school year. He really was having '"growing pains"!
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My son was that way when he was about 12..knees, ankles, elbows, wrists, neck....drove us crazy!!!! He also grew 7 inches that school year. He really was having '"growing pains"!
A lot of her "aches and pains" could be "growing pains" related but it is really odd that she "forgets" about it if she has a friend over or is busy doing something she likes doing. Before anyone suggests she is doing it to get attention, this kid gets more attention than my other two ever have combined.
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Boy no. 2 is our emotional one. He's just turned 13 and it looks to be a long five eyars until we can send him to work in the mines...
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I hear ya! I was saying the same thing about my #3 today!
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Great, this what I have to look forward to with my two girls. I recall rather ruefully being a pain in the ass at that age and getting that "curse" from my mother. My two year old is already rolling her eyes at me. :whatever:
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Great, this what I have to look forward to with my two girls. I recall rather ruefully being a pain in the ass at that age and getting that "curse" from my mother. My two year old is already rolling her eyes at me. :whatever:
Girls are a bitch SO. Just you wait..... :-)
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Girls are a bitch SO. Just you wait..... :-)
:bawl:
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Girls are a bitch SO. Just you wait..... :-)
My mom and I get along great, except for a few days a month when I go crazy... I cry at the drop of hat when I'm PMSing, and she gets cranky. My dad has yelled at both of us to knock it off when we go at it. :p
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My mom and I get along great, except for a few days a month when I go crazy... I cry at the drop of hat when I'm PMSing, and she gets cranky. My dad has yelled at both of us to knock it off when we go at it. :p
My other half and I started dating a few months before my daughter turned 15. She lived at home more on and than off until she was 24. He used to say he was going to get boxing gloves for us and put us in a ring.... ::) Of course, we were never physical, didn't cuss each other out....but if I said the sky was blue....she would say it was green.....
He was an only child and went to an all boys high school, and had very limited knowledge( :uhsure:) of PMS'ing teenage girls.
On the other hand....I had limited knowledge of teenage boys and he kept me sane with my son's antics! :bow:
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My mom and I get along great, except for a few days a month when I go crazy... I cry at the drop of hat when I'm PMSing, and she gets cranky. My dad has yelled at both of us to knock it off when we go at it. :p
Pretty much describes me and now my moving closer to 12 year old can be an uber crankasaurus who thinks she's always right. Between me nearing menopause and her nearing puberty we are pretty well lit up around here a few days a month lol
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Oh BEG honey, I feel for you! I should give you my mom's phone number :-)
Could it also be an adjustment phase from the move? My son is a drama queen and stubborn as hell. I have no idea where he got THAT! Anyway, when he digs his heels in, it can drag on and on for days. I'm also a mean-ass mama who doesn't take any lip. But, he still tests me!
The only thing that I've found that works is to not react emotionally (so hard for me) when my son pulls crap like this. And yes, he has! If I don't let MY emotions show and stare him down, he knows I'm not gonna buy into it.
I also tell him when he's starting to get whiny/crabby/drama queenish - I'm handing out lollipops and ass whooppins today. Your father just took the my last lollipop. :-)
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Oh BEG honey, I feel for you! I should give you my mom's phone number :-)
Could it also be an adjustment phase from the move? My son is a drama queen and stubborn as hell. I have no idea where he got THAT! Anyway, when he digs his heels in, it can drag on and on for days. I'm also a mean-ass mama who doesn't take any lip. But, he still tests me!
The only thing that I've found that works is to not react emotionally (so hard for me) when my son pulls crap like this. And yes, he has! If I don't let MY emotions show and stare him down, he knows I'm not gonna buy into it.
I also tell him when he's starting to get whiny/crabby/drama queenish - I'm handing out lollipops and ass whooppins today. Your father just took the my last lollipop. :-)
Oooh I like. :-)
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and people wonder why men enjoy going out into the woods and killing animals........
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Oooh I like. :-)
Me, driving down the street: "Who wants to stop for ice cream?"
Four kids: "Me!' "I do!" "Me!" "Me! Baskin-Robbins??"
Me, still driving: "No, we aren't stopping. I was just taking a survey."
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^ROFL! I like that too.
Or, I tell my son - keep it up and you'll find out what happened to the first little boy I had.
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^ROFL! I like that too.
Or, I tell my son - keep it up and you'll find out what happened to the first little boy I had.
Love it!
Then there was The Kid Pound - a place to call to have your unruly disrespectful hateful selfish children picked-up and warehoused - based on "the dog pound".
And then there was "Brenda", the horrible mean terrible woman who hated children yet she worked as a babysitter, the one to call any time of the day or night - a place to take your unruly disrespectful hateful selfish children for temporary "care".
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Oh BEG honey, I feel for you! I should give you my mom's phone number :-)
Could it also be an adjustment phase from the move? My son is a drama queen and stubborn as hell. I have no idea where he got THAT! Anyway, when he digs his heels in, it can drag on and on for days. I'm also a mean-ass mama who doesn't take any lip. But, he still tests me!
The only thing that I've found that works is to not react emotionally (so hard for me) when my son pulls crap like this. And yes, he has! If I don't let MY emotions show and stare him down, he knows I'm not gonna buy into it.
I also tell him when he's starting to get whiny/crabby/drama queenish - I'm handing out lollipops and ass whooppins today. Your father just took the my last lollipop. :-)
I wish I could blame it on the move but she has been like this for almost two years although it has gotten worse in the past 6 months or so. Before that my friend use to complain about her daughter and I would think to myself "so that is why you keep trying to pawn your kid off on me all the time". I never could imagine not wanting to be around my own child at times....until now. Never say never.
I think I'm going to blame it on my friends kid who my daughter used to hang around all the time. :p
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^ROFL! I like that too.
Or, I tell my son - keep it up and you'll find out what happened to the first little boy I had.
LOL When Sarah (the one this thread is about) was little and wouldn't eat her dinner I told her that when Lauren (my older daughter) was little she had a twin. This twin didn't eat her dinner either and one time they were outside playing and a huge gust of wind blew her away. She believed it for the longest time. :p
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Damn ...you guys are really creative!!! :bow:
I just sent my kids to their rooms.....or put drops of tabasco sauce on their tongues when they smarted off.
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Damn ...you guys are really creative!!! :bow:
I just sent my kids to their rooms.....or put drops of tabasco sauce on their tongues when they smarted off.
To this day, I cannot tolerate the smell of Dove soap. I ate that if I backtalked.
My Mom worked very hard to teach us our lessons. I earned every spanking I got. But the worst was the one year she and my Grandmother took all our presents out of the boxes on Christmas Eve, and replaced them with charcoal, rocks, and wadded up newspaper. That was so the worst. (especially since my little brother and I had spent so much time the week before unwrapping the presents and rewrapping them.)
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Me, driving down the street: "Who wants to stop for ice cream?"
Four kids: "Me!' "I do!" "Me!" "Me! Baskin-Robbins??"
Me, still driving: "No, we aren't stopping. I was just taking a survey."
:evillaugh:
I like your style!
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Damn ...you guys are really creative!!! :bow:
I just sent my kids to their rooms.....or put drops of tabasco sauce on their tongues when they smarted off.
I used to think I was super mom because I have never had to spank my kids, now I'm rethinking that. All it took was a "look". The "look" still works on my youngest but she will cry really pitifully if I give her it.
I have never had to spank, ground or punish my oldest child and he is perfect. If anyone tells me otherwise I will cut you. :p
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To this day, I cannot tolerate the smell of Dove soap. I ate that if I backtalked.
My Mom worked very hard to teach us our lessons. I earned every spanking I got. But the worst was the one year she and my Grandmother took all our presents out of the boxes on Christmas Eve, and replaced them with charcoal, rocks, and wadded up newspaper. That was so the worst. (especially since my little brother and I had spent so much time the week before unwrapping the presents and rewrapping them.)
When I was about 16 I wanted a pair of GUESS jeans so bad. My mom had bought me a pair for christmas and I found them under her bed while she and my step dad were out of town for a day (I was suppose to be staying with a friend). I wore them out to "The Caravan". I tucked the price tag in the pocket. I thought I was SO smart, brilliant in fact. When I got home I even sprayed them with water and put them in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. When my Mom went to wrap them she noticed the price tag was all crumpled up. She knew I had worn them. She took them back. When Christmas morning came and I unwrapped my gifts there were no Guess Jeans. My Mom said NOTHING. I said nothing. Years later my Mom told me that she was so pissed when she found out that if I had been home when she went to wrap them that she would have unloaded on me but after she calmed down she figured not saying anything and taking them back was the best revenge.
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When I was about 16 I wanted a pair of GUESS jeans so bad. My mom had bought me a pair for christmas and I found them under her bed while she and my step dad were out of town for a day (I was suppose to be staying with a friend). I wore them out to "The Caravan". I tucked the price tag in the pocket. I thought I was SO smart, brilliant in fact. When I got home I even sprayed them with water and put them in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. When my Mom went to wrap them she noticed the price tag was all crumpled up. She knew I had worn them. She took them back. When Christmas morning came and I unwrapped my gifts there were no Guess Jeans. My Mom said NOTHING. I said nothing. Years later my Mom told me that she was so pissed when she found out that if I had been home when she went to wrap them that she would have unloaded on me but after she calmed down she figured not saying anything and taking them back was the best revenge.
OUCH! :bawl:
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Revenge IS a dish best served cold. :-)
I left some gardening tools out in the grass once when I was about 12 or 13. My mom had told me to bring them in and I kept on playing with my friends and ignored her and then lied about it. She found them a few days later while she was walking around our yard. They were all rusty from the rain.
She then went into my room sometime over the next week and took a few of my toys and put them in the dog's yard. Never said a word, just waited until I found them all chewed up when I was out playing.
I never ignored her again when she told me to pick something up and put it away.
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Revenge IS a dish best served cold. :-)
I left some gardening tools out in the grass once when I was about 12 or 13. My mom had told me to bring them in and I kept on playing with my friends and ignored her and then lied about it. She found them a few days later while she was walking around our yard. They were all rusty from the rain.
She then went into my room sometime over the next week and took a few of my toys and put them in the dog's yard. Never said a word, just waited until I found them all chewed up when I was out playing.
I never ignored her again when she told me to pick something up and put it away.
I can't believe I'm telling everyone this story.....
Back in high school I was a panty liner FREAK. I didn't need them (except for "that time of the month") but wore them everyday anyway. I also took at least two showers a day...I think I had a problem. Anyway, although I was overly clean about my body I was a PIG about my room and didn't pick up after myself at ALL. I would leave wet towels on the floor, try on a just ironed polo shirt my Mom had ironed and then decide not to wear it and throw it on the floor, my room was filthy and to top it off I had a bird that my husband (then boyfriend) gave me for my 16th birthday that I would let out of her cage. That bird crapped on everything. I don't know how my mom let me live...because if I were her I would have killed me a long time ago.
When I would take a shower I would take my underwear off and leave them on the bathroom floor. My brother would freak out because not only were my dirty underwear laying on the floor for him to see, they would have a panty liner attached to them. Every time he saw them he would freak out and scream, slam doors, etc. A few times he threatened to embarrass me big time over it but I didn't believe him.
One night I went to bed and turned on my light. My brother had stuck my USED panty liners to my ceiling fan. Of course I freaked out and ran to my Mom. She just laughed, which pissed me off more. THEN I left for school the next day. Got to school and parked my car. A friend asked me what was stuck on the back of my license plate. I said "what are you talking about" as I walked around the back of it. My brother had stuck another panty liner on my license plate.
I can laugh about it now but man was I pissed at the time.
Retelling that store it really makes me miss my brother. Damn it....I am so sad he died.
Oh and I never left another panty liner or my underwear laying around again by the way.
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When I was in either 3rd or 4th grade we lived in a townhouse, and my next door neighbor was my best friend. My mom had a doll bed, and a doll blanket that she let me play with, made by my great-grandmother. One day, I misplaced it and she asked me where it was, and I could not find it to save my soul. She started getting really pissed off.
I went next door to ask Tina if she had seen it, and did I possibly leave it with her. We looked and looked, and nothing. Her mom was German, I believe, and didn't have a full comprehension of English slang. So, when I kept repeating "My mom is gonna kill me" she believed.
The next day, when we drove into the driveway, there were police out front coming to investigate a possible murder of a child. My step-dad was a real ass, but that day he saved me. After we talked to the police, and Mrs. Carro, and went inside, my mom unleashed! Holy cow. When my stepdad came home, he calmed her down, and suggested she might be a bit over-reactionary.
I found the durn blanket and bed, under my bed. That was how I cleaned my room.
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Oh and I never left another panty liner or my underwear laying around again by the way.
Ya know doll, in HS, if us guys got a girl into the backseat, and got into a situation where we found a panty liner, we told EVERYBODY about it.
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This thread is a great reminder for me to always use birth control.
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This thread is a great reminder for me to always use birth control.
Yeah but you will never have a "panty liner" story if you don't knock someone up.
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Yeah but you will never have a "panty liner" story if you don't knock someone up.
True, but isn't that a good thing? :tongue:
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Gad. If my ten year old had treated her mother or me in such a manor, well, eleven would not be a guaranteed. Where do kids get off these days thinking they can treat their parents as if they are their peers?
All my children to this day love and respect me unquestionably, and I swear, there was never a moment in any of their lives they felt free to ignore me, scream at me, or in any way assume we were equals in any situation. In my house, a slammed door would be a door removed from its hinges.
I guess I was a mean-ass daddy. :innocent:
I guess that means I was one too.
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True, but isn't that a good thing? :tongue:
If you would have asked me before my brother died I would have said yes but since he died it is actually a nice memory. Man I use to piss him off. Once he tied my hair to the refrigerator door. He also put me under the sink (several times) and put a broom through the handles on the cabinet doors. My Mom hated when we would call her at work because every time we called her it was because my brother was getting ready to kill me.
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If you would have asked me before my brother died I would have said yes but since he died it is actually a nice memory. Man I use to piss him off. Once he tied my hair to the refrigerator door. He also put me under the sink (several times) and put a broom through the handles on the cabinet doors. My Mom hated when we would call her at work because every time we called her it was because my brother was getting ready to kill me.
My sister, who was also the baby, would deliberately antagonize, poke, prod, and otherwise force an event whereby I'd give her a swirlee, smack her once or twice, or steal and hide her Barbie dolls.
Invariably I'd get into trouble - not for the swirlee or the Barbie doll thing, but for smacking her.
Sometimes you gots to do whatcha gots to do. Physical violence, when you're 10 years old, is infinitely a better option than putting my mitts on those damned dolls.
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My brother was the baby. 3 years younger than me. I beat him up all the time. Then I got spanked for it. Or grounded, or both. When he hit 13, he had this growth spurt. We tussled in the hall, and he roundhoused me down to the ground. Took the wind right out of me. I was so ready to show my Mom when she came home from work, because I KNEW he was going to get his. My face was swollen and black and blue. I showed her, she asked my brother if he did that, and he copped to it. She told me "I told you this was going to happen one day. You need to stop picking on your brother." The end. Nothing. I never hit him again, and to this day he still gives me noogies. Drives his wife crazy.
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BEG,
Have you considered having her checked out for a hormonal or chemical imbalance?
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Ya know doll, in HS, if us guys got a girl into the backseat, and got into a situation where we found a panty liner, we told EVERYBODY about it.
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If you would have asked me before my brother died I would have said yes but since he died it is actually a nice memory. Man I use to piss him off. Once he tied my hair to the refrigerator door. He also put me under the sink (several times) and put a broom through the handles on the cabinet doors. My Mom hated when we would call her at work because every time we called her it was because my brother was getting ready to kill me.
We were the same way BEG! Except I'm three years older than my brother and I was the tormentor. I know ya'll are just SHOCKED right? :uhsure: :innocent:
We had some real knock down drag outs. Went to the E.R. a couple of times and got stitches once or twice. I now feel really horrible about it. We have a good relationship now but I still regret a lot of things I did to him.
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BEG,
Have you considered having her checked out for a hormonal or chemical imbalance?
No Rich, I'm thinking it's a normal bratty girl type thing.
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No Rich, I'm thinking it's a normal bratty girl type thing.
most likely....just PMSing early.
I will say a prayer for you as she gets older.
Just remember....murder is a felony and severe PMS is a reason but not an excuse... :-)
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BEG, it sounds like your daughter is having a tough time. I'll be praying for her. I'm sure it will all work out.
It's tough being a kid, and I'm sure she is still adjusting to the new school & friends. She might have a good reason for not wanting to attend the art class.