Got an appointment today

My little trooper, aka Shabree, is going to the doctor at 3:30 to get her warts "frozen" off, which I’ve never had done, but Shabree says feels more like they’re being burned off, and Jerry says hurts a LOT, and he’s quite proud of her, because she doesn’t cry, she just winces a lot.  She’s a tough, TOUGH kid.  She and Bec are my two tough ones.  Sammi’s pretty tough too, so far for a two year old.  Sydni…forget it.  She’s the "sensitive" one.  I feel for her.  I don’t quite know why she’s the sensitive one.  I can say that I remember her being the same way as a baby.  I was around then, but not much involved, however one evening I babysat so Kim and Jane could go do something, and I think Jerry was working that night, Syd was young, not more than 9 months old, but she was inconsolable unless you were holding her.  I could NOT put her down to go make food.  I finally had to just ignore the poor little thing, but she was wearing on my every nerve because she just would/could not stop crying.  We used to blame Kim for that, but I just don’t know.  I think it may be hard wired.  But Jerry was reminding me of the TERRIBLE tantrums that Syd would have, that Kim would just capitulate to, and it made Syd worse (go figure).  It wasn’t until about 6 months after Kim left that we got Syd’s behavior under control.  She was BAD.  But Jerry and I never, EVER put up with it.  We don’t put up with our kid’s bad behavior, not that it stops them from behaving badly.  My dad acts towards me sometimes like we never do anything about their bad behavior, but we do.  Of course, there are days when the only person they listen to is Jerry.  And I’m NOT a "Wait til your father gets home" kind of person.  Though there ARE times when I’m like "Just ask your daddy."  And they DO ask him first, on anything and everything.  But then, I’m more likely to say no.  And they KNOW that.  They don’t think they should have to memorize any phone number but his.  THAT drives me a little nuts.  

I’m going to have to wrap this up soon, so I can get ready to take Shabree to the doctor.  I have to pick up Becca from school, then take her along with us (not exactly what I WANT to do, but can’t be helped.)  I really hate spending any time with Becca these days.  She’s SO contrary, I just want her to shut up, but we don’t SAY that ever.  Hush, yes, Shut up, no.  I’m probably going to have to be blunt with her and risk hurting her feelings to tell her how I’m feeling.  Oh God… yesterday she had a paper and it said "Don’t get Envolved" so I asked her how to spell involved, and she says "I don’t care."  I shook my head and thought "What?"  I said to her, very bluntly "Becca, are you TRYING to grow up to be stupid?" and she said "You’re being rude to me."  But Jerry backed me up, because he said he was thinking the same thing.  I was in a sort of shock though, because I KNOW I’d have never have wanted anyone to think *I* was stupid, and I could tell that if you can’t spell, you look stupid to other people… But even worse, not to CARE?  Does this kid CARE about ANYTHING?  Sometimes I wonder.  Obviously, she’s really pushing my buttons these days.  

The girls should be home any time now, so I’m going to post, and get my shoes on and ready to go.  I hope Becca’s in a good mood.  I don’t think I can take it if she’s not.