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Patience? Are You Kidding?
Twenty-two days to go, hopefully to the realm of sanity. I must admit that on occasions that I am not a patient woman; in fact when it comes to young teenagers living in our downstairs suite....none. All patience leaves me at terminal velocity. Worse yet is the inability to discipline the wannabe adults. Evicting them out of our suite just doesn't seem enough at times. However, despite my husband's evil eye and restraining words, in a blind rage I clarified the world to the delinquents last night after their early morning stunt of waking one of my other tenants and demanding to know if their rent cheque had been deposited.
A simple question to be sure, with an easy answer, but my ire was raised when my hapless tenant after a long night shift had strips torn off her by a young, manner-less, trailer-trash teen. How on earth was she privy to such information anyways?
It is not their fault that they were raised in an appalling and stagnant environment, however the lack of will to better themselves now that they have their chance is saddening. Down they fall into the repeating pitfalls of abuse, alcohol and drugs. Worse yet is that I know they are aware of it.
Alas, despite last night's head on argument, I know I am in for a month of teenage retaliation...Ie. Drugs on my doorstep, pounding subwoofers, and childlike attitudes and behaviors. I only hope that our next tenants are a little more respectable.
As for other matters, my maternity leave is slowly grinding to a halt. Soon I am back to the realm of kids for prolonged periods of time. Ironically, I do not dread this. After a year break from little ones crawling up my pantlegs and dealing with an employer who is only partially on our plane of reality....I look forward to the change of pace. It will give me a break from all day house monotony and will enable my munchkin to have more one-on-one time with his dad. The two of them will probably get into all kinds of unsupervised trouble. It will be good.
Ack, gazing into the last dredges of my coffee cup, I must abandon this post as I no longer have the copious amounts of coffee needed to sustain further writing. Adieu to all and good day. Further updates later.
A simple question to be sure, with an easy answer, but my ire was raised when my hapless tenant after a long night shift had strips torn off her by a young, manner-less, trailer-trash teen. How on earth was she privy to such information anyways?
It is not their fault that they were raised in an appalling and stagnant environment, however the lack of will to better themselves now that they have their chance is saddening. Down they fall into the repeating pitfalls of abuse, alcohol and drugs. Worse yet is that I know they are aware of it.
Alas, despite last night's head on argument, I know I am in for a month of teenage retaliation...Ie. Drugs on my doorstep, pounding subwoofers, and childlike attitudes and behaviors. I only hope that our next tenants are a little more respectable.
As for other matters, my maternity leave is slowly grinding to a halt. Soon I am back to the realm of kids for prolonged periods of time. Ironically, I do not dread this. After a year break from little ones crawling up my pantlegs and dealing with an employer who is only partially on our plane of reality....I look forward to the change of pace. It will give me a break from all day house monotony and will enable my munchkin to have more one-on-one time with his dad. The two of them will probably get into all kinds of unsupervised trouble. It will be good.
Ack, gazing into the last dredges of my coffee cup, I must abandon this post as I no longer have the copious amounts of coffee needed to sustain further writing. Adieu to all and good day. Further updates later.
posted by Jenn | 9:36 AM
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