Elsa and I are feeling a little better today, so there’s that. I thought I was going to just curl up in a ball and die yesterday. Not literally of course. But I felt pretty bad. <\/p>\n
Until last week’s dead grandma situation I had not let the neighbor kids into my house. I knew the second they came in it would be all over. They have no boundaries at all (because of a really shitty home life) and I know that if something when wrong their mom would not hesitate to sue me (if she could come up with the funds).<\/p>\n
Now that they know we have a fridge with water and ice in the door they are totally obsessed. They won’t quit knocking on my door, asking for water and ice. Even when I ask them nicely. Even when I ask them not so nicely. <\/p>\n
If I leave my door unlocked, which I often do when Erik is outside because I’m not going to lock my kid out, they just walk on in and make themselves at home. Yesterday I cleared out Erik’s lunch bag so there was a whole pile of snacks that I bought for the plane ride that Erik refused to touch. <\/p>\n
They started scarfing them down without even asking. I didn’t begrudge them the food and I would be ok with feeding them if they were really hungry (I know they do get food at home), but it was irritating that they didn’t even ask.<\/p>\n
Then they just kept knocking and knocking and Elsa was trying to sleep and I was cranky and zombie like and they kept knocking and then the other neighborhood kids got in the act and I had twenty (ok, so only 7) kids hanging on my porch, knocking every other minute because they wanted ice.<\/p>\n
There’s a fine line between being a nice person and helping traumatized children and being a door mat.<\/p>\n
I don’t do well with kindness when I’m sick and my baby is sick.<\/p>\n
Bah! And now my baby is crying so I guess I just get to whine and run.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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