I am writing today about a condition known as A.D.D. (and no, I am not talking about Attention Deficit Disorder). Its known as Affection Deficit Disorder, and it can be cured! All it takes is SOME kind of attention from the parents, and a little time spent with them away from cleaning supplies and television.
This past Sunday, we celebrated McKenna’s birthday (even though her real birthday isnt until tomorrow). We had the party over at the in-laws place, which was REALLY nice since they have more room to spread out for a nice party like that. We had an excellent meal (carved ham, beef barbecue, veggies up the wahzoo, macaroni salad, etc). Then we went into the formal living room to open McKenna’s birthday presents.
In the living room, we set all of McKenna presents up (with a chair) on one side of the living room, and then there were chairs and a nice-sized sofa on the other two sides (windows are on the 4th side). First thing, the two other girls start diving into McKenna’s presents like it was for them too…..this started to piss me off. And the parents are just sitting there like “Oh isnt that cute”. So here we are, 2 video cameras, and at least 4-5 cameras, and we keep telling the two girls BACK UP, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, GET BACK…….and if I heard it one more time, **I** was gonna say something, and I would have been a helluva lot more stearn about it, and probably not at nice. HOW FREAKING RUDE for them two to take away from HER day! Michelle had a great idea (too bad we didn’t think of it til later that night) – Next year, the only people near the presents are us (the parents) and McKenna….and everybody gets a chair. Yanno, those two have so much shit it is almost inconceiveable. There is just no reason they had to be acting like that, and to have the parents sitting right there acting like nothing is wrong just pissed me right off.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not a perfect parent. But we will NOT allow McKenna to act out in the same manner/fashion those two were this past weekend.
A couple weeks ago, Michelle offered to babysit these two girls so their mom can drive to Milwaukee/Chicago area for a funeral (don’t ask me why the dad couldn’t take off to take care of them – he didn’t go to the funeral either, but we can take vacation to go hunting or help his family out – again, where are the priorities). Well at 6am on Friday morning, the almost 6 year old wakes up and comes into our room saying my tummy hurts (well, the night before, they all had popcorn, juice, yogurt, etc, and they were just fine then!). So Michelle asked what was wrong and got a typical response (I dunno!). She wasn’t running a fever or anything, so Michelle said to go back to bed, and don’t wake up her sister (they were in the spare bedroom together). It wasn’t 2 minutes later, they were BOTH in our bedroom “My tummy hurts”. This just really got our blodd going. Well, the younger one was easy to diagnose – she was saying it because the older one was saying it. Then they woke up McKenna – this just pissed both of us off. 30 mintes later, she went to the bathroom, and everything was fine. It’s just amazing to me that she cant tell the difference between my tummy hurts and I gotta take a dump. (And they wonder why these two are gonna have issues). So we go downstairs (again thanks to those two, the entire house is up!). We tell them to head to the kitchen table for breakfast. McKenna always gets to pick out which cereal she wants (when she wants cereal that is), so I picked her up and asked her with one she wanted. Well, in typical fashion, the other two go into overanxious mode, and are running into the kitchen nearly knocking each other over, carrying their bowls, talking over top of each other, like two heathuns. And of course, you can just barely understand the 4 year old, and I had no clue what the almost 6 year old because every word she says starts with the letter “T” (ti tent to tool totay – which is I went to school today in real English). So I had to tell them to BACK OFF and RELAX – they act like they are going to be left out or something! It is nerve racking. The parents can spend money on this, that and the other thing, Vegas trip, new truck, etc. But they cant spend a damn penny to get their daughter tested for an obvious speech problem. Hell, she doesn’t even know her ABC’s!!! McKenna, who is almost 3 years younger knows her ABC’s and she (for the most part) can tell you what something is that starts with that letter (C is for cookie, S is for Sesame, G is for Grammie, etc). The 4 year old is getting there, but the almost 6 year old still doesn’t even know her ABCs. She mixes up the letters, and she still cant even tell you what starts with the letter C (for God’s sakes, her own sister’s NAME begins with that letter). But this is the product of their environment. Their mother’s idea of spending time with them is having them follow her around the house while she cleans. My mother-in-law has already made it perfectly clear that she IS NOT going to do their homework with them, that wasn’t her responsibility. Then just before school starts, we get a flyer in the mail and it says “Well, since my daughter is going to school I am changing my hours”. Now let me start by saying this went out to her clients, including my mother-in-law who also watches the two girls. She never even talked it over with my mother-in-law before making the changes to make sure it was going to work out and all. And what a huge amount of pressure to put on a kid who right now, cant even tell you if she has to go to the bathroom! (I’m the one who made my mommy change her hours at work)…..just uncalled for in my opinion.
OK, enough from my soapbox for today. I am looking forward to tomorrow so McKenna and I can spend most of the day together for her birthday (I have class from 2-6 so not too bad).