No, I didn't write poetry. I didn't even read it. I got a call this morning, shortly after the kids left for the bus stop. It was Beth. She forgot her homework downstairs on the printer. Could I please bring it to her? She did her homework. She printed it out. She just forgot to go downstairs and get it so she could take it to school with her. Lucky for her, she realized this by the time she got to the bus stop. Someone had a phone she could use, and the bus wasn't going to be there for another 5 minutes. So I went downstairs, grabbed the pages off the printer, jumped in the van, and took them to her.
I told her she owes me now. She will be baking those cookies I asked her to bake. I asked her to bake them yesterday, but she didn't want to. Ok, I was going to bake them and just be sure she didn't get to eat any of them. Now I expect her to bake them. She really needs to learn that, if she expects other people to do things for her, she needs to be willing to do things when she's asked. She can't just expect us to do everything for her while she gets to sit around with no responsibilities. But for some reason she seems to think that's the way things are supposed to work. Must've done something wrong somewhere along the line.
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I told her she owes me now. She will be baking those cookies I asked her to bake. I asked her to bake them yesterday, but she didn't want to. Ok, I was going to bake them and just be sure she didn't get to eat any of them. Now I expect her to bake them. She really needs to learn that, if she expects other people to do things for her, she needs to be willing to do things when she's asked. She can't just expect us to do everything for her while she gets to sit around with no responsibilities. But for some reason she seems to think that's the way things are supposed to work. Must've done something wrong somewhere along the line.
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