A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's 66 here now. Fog. Muggy. Perfect skeeter growing weather. Frogs have been singing all night.
Going to be 70+ today. But it's going to rain. It's going to be a great day.
NJN, why are you sick?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I think they put their heads together and decided to revolt and only eat pizza or tacos. They rant about wanting that. (I made tacos last week and they gobbled them down). And they are talking in unison. I always make sure there is at least one thing on their plates I know they like and now they aren't even eating that one item. Won't touch any of it. They just sit there, leaning back, sighing, asking if they can get up now, etc. It's blatant. So I told them since they aren't hungry and aren't eating dinner anymore, I am not going to fix their favorites and have them end up in the garbage. I saw them look at each other with that "OMG, what do we do now" looks.
I think they put their heads together and decided to revolt and only eat pizza or tacos. They rant about wanting that. (I made tacos last week and they gobbled them down). And they are talking in unison. I always make sure there is at least one thing on their plates I know they like and now they aren't even eating that one item. Won't touch any of it. They just sit there, leaning back, sighing, asking if they can get up now, etc. It's blatant. So I told them since they aren't hungry and aren't eating dinner anymore, I am not going to fix their favorites and have them end up in the garbage. I saw them look at each other with that "OMG, what do we do now" looks.
LOL. Now carry through. Once is all it takes.
There is no way I would be a short order cook for my kids. If they won't eat what I put in front of them, they go to bed hungry. Tough tatties kiddo's.
So, stand your ground!
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
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Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
I am and I did. The other night after dinner I set out carrot sticks which they gobbled down, but I'm not doing that again. They can eat dinner, or they can starve. If there is something they actually try (more than once) and plain don't like it, fine. But they want me to jump through hoops. This has been going on for over a month, them not eating unless it's pizza or tacos. The other night we ordered take-out Chinese and they ate a little bit. But otherwise, they just sit there and give each other looks.
I think they put their heads together and decided to revolt and only eat pizza or tacos. They rant about wanting that. (I made tacos last week and they gobbled them down). And they are talking in unison. I always make sure there is at least one thing on their plates I know they like and now they aren't even eating that one item. Won't touch any of it. They just sit there, leaning back, sighing, asking if they can get up now, etc. It's blatant. So I told them since they aren't hungry and aren't eating dinner anymore, I am not going to fix their favorites and have them end up in the garbage. I saw them look at each other with that "OMG, what do we do now" looks.
Kudos to you for not killing them. I don't have the patience for kids, or maybe I never developed it because I never had them? Something like that...
LOL. There are days...but last night I just wanted to cry. So I did. They saw me, too. I didn't care. It's the first time they ever saw me cry.
If my kids had made me cry, I would have made the worst meal the next night ever, then I would have stared them down.
DH handed our kids two pieces of bread once, told them to toast it, that was their supper. I loved him so much at that moment.
If I didn't eat my dinner, all I was allowed to have was bread with butter and water for the rest of the night. On the ingots my mother made pork chops, I happily took that deal. The other nights, it encouraged me to at least eat until I was full.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
I'm not about to make tacos or pizza at this point.
Mr. FNW isn't usually home when we start dinner. But this morning when he gave them breakfast, he reminded them to eat dinner tonight. #1 said, "I wonder what she's making." #2 said, "something we don't like."
If they are being that stubborn then time for you to be as well. They are old enough to understand the consequences.
You stand your ground.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
going to be in the 70's again today. I have to work all day.
My mom got home yesterday, and already she and my dad are at each other's throats. Yesterday, she didn't take her insulin before she ate, and my dad was trying to get her to take it. She finally checked her blood sugar and it was close to 300, so he went and got her pen. She refused to take the insulin because she didn't have her "sliding scale" which she hasn't been on since she went into the hospital. They now have her on set doses before every meal. She either doesn't remember or is just being stubborn about it. She didn't take it. Don't know if she took it before supper because I left. Couldn't take the yelling. I happened to have a dr appt. with our family GP and told him about it, and he just said to call him if her levels got around 4-500.
My one sister that lives in town and I are ready to just say "fine, let her do what she wants" because she obviously doesn't care enough about her health, so why should we.
Do you think maybe being "off" on her levels is affecting her mental capacities? I remember my grandmother used to get meals on wheels to help her with her diet. Well, she went off her diet and was acting like a crazy woman. Normally a very modest woman, my parents went to check in on her and she was in the living room in just her underwear, talking about all the Japanese in the Olympics. (It was when the Olympics were in L.A.). Anyway, he took her to the hospital and they put her in the psyche ward for 24 hour observation. They realized it was the diabetes and her diet was off. Once they got her back on track she was fine and never had a problem after that. But for awhile there, she was a loon.
I'm not about to make tacos or pizza at this point.
Mr. FNW isn't usually home when we start dinner. But this morning when he gave them breakfast, he reminded them to eat dinner tonight. #1 said, "I wonder what she's making." #2 said, "something we don't like."
Your kids are playing you. Time for that game to stop. I would have told them "darn right you are not going to like it". Then they would have gotten the look of death. Even our grand's know not to cross that line.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
going to be in the 70's again today. I have to work all day.
My mom got home yesterday, and already she and my dad are at each other's throats. Yesterday, she didn't take her insulin before she ate, and my dad was trying to get her to take it. She finally checked her blood sugar and it was close to 300, so he went and got her pen. She refused to take the insulin because she didn't have her "sliding scale" which she hasn't been on since she went into the hospital. They now have her on set doses before every meal. She either doesn't remember or is just being stubborn about it. She didn't take it. Don't know if she took it before supper because I left. Couldn't take the yelling. I happened to have a dr appt. with our family GP and told him about it, and he just said to call him if her levels got around 4-500.
My one sister that lives in town and I are ready to just say "fine, let her do what she wants" because she obviously doesn't care enough about her health, so why should we.
Your mom is still recovering from a stroke, tlc. It takes a long time to get back to normal and for some, the new normal is not the same as the old normal.
I'm so sorry you all are going through this.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
I'm not about to make tacos or pizza at this point.
Mr. FNW isn't usually home when we start dinner. But this morning when he gave them breakfast, he reminded them to eat dinner tonight. #1 said, "I wonder what she's making." #2 said, "something we don't like."
Your kids are playing you. Time for that game to stop. I would have told them "darn right you are not going to like it". Then they would have gotten the look of death. Even our grand's know not to cross that line.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.