Comments on: You’re Getting too Predictable http://owens.foreverhomes.org/2009/05/28/youre-getting-too-predictable/ Our Adoption Story Wed, 27 Jul 2011 23:54:01 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: Raychel http://owens.foreverhomes.org/2009/05/28/youre-getting-too-predictable/comment-page-1/#comment-1461 Raychel Tue, 12 Oct 2010 20:41:16 +0000 http://www.4everhomes.org/index.php?option=com_wordpress&p=321#comment-1461 Hee Hee, my husband thinks I have gone off my rocker sometimes with the stuff I do to get a positive response from the wounded child. Mix it up all right. My brain splits trying to instantly manifest a creative way to get the response I need from the child. How does one actually make home less pleasant than school??? Do I really want to bug bomb the house every Monday? We are living without electricity to our bedroom, her room and our bathroom just to teach her how to respect our resources. Respect our ears. Respect us in general. I have to brush my teeth in the dark to prove electricity is a privilege. While she brushes her teeth in her bathroom with the light on. But the breaker to her room is to our rooms too. Boy is she grateful that the rest of the house is still on. Husband works all day, to come home to a lunatic asylum. He is a patient, trusting, giving soul. Who blesses him? Where is his appreciation? Someone should give him a metal. Hee Hee, my husband thinks I have gone off my rocker sometimes with the stuff I do to get a positive response from the wounded child. Mix it up all right. My brain splits trying to instantly manifest a creative way to get the response I need from the child.

How does one actually make home less pleasant than school??? Do I really want to bug bomb the house every Monday?

We are living without electricity to our bedroom, her room and our bathroom just to teach her how to respect our resources. Respect our ears. Respect us in general. I have to brush my teeth in the dark to prove electricity is a privilege. While she brushes her teeth in her bathroom with the light on. But the breaker to her room is to our rooms too. Boy is she grateful that the rest of the house is still on.

Husband works all day, to come home to a lunatic asylum. He is a patient, trusting, giving soul. Who blesses him? Where is his appreciation? Someone should give him a metal.

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