They're doing, they just aren't doing good!

I laughed at Scott's quote "They're doing, they just aren't doing good!". We have a couple who certainly fall into that category today.

My Bella has created havoc in her life and through her choices allowed it to spew (likely an appropriate word) into the lives of others. I have assured her that her own actions and deeds could not embarrass me, but they sure do impact HER! I once again explained to her that no one on the face of this earth wished her to succeed more than her dad and I and that her communication skills needed to improve. Well, improve to us.....she is sadly communicating very well to the world....or very poorly (just depends on how you look at it!).

Tasha is still wallowing in disrespect. I think "wallowing" is about as appropriate as the spew comment. Yesterday, after being confronted about two separate wrong doings she left mad and did not apologize to me in either case (and an apology was definitely needed). I was sitting with Jacob while he worked on his English paper last night when Tasha came to say this....

Tasha: I need a new binder.
Me: What's wrong with the one I bought you a few weeks ago?
Tasha: It's broken.
Me: Well, I'm sorry, but you still owe me apologies for your actions and I am not buying you a new binder until I get an apology.
Tasha: I NEED a new binder.
Me: I need some apologies.
Tasha: I NEED A NEW BINDER.
Me: Well, I NEED apologies, but it looks like we are both going to be disappointed. Go to bed!

Tasha stomped off and slammed her door. See, wallowing.

As we rode back from Freed the other night Jacob was riding home with me (he rode to FHU with Sarah). He listened a while and then said, "I don't know why you even take them anywhere?!" I sometimes ask myself that too. But mom's do not always do things for the fun of it. I felt the example Stuart presented was too good to pass up! Although, to be truthful, everyone did very well up until the end. Then Mercedez, who wore high heels for the first time, cut her foot on the bleacher. She would not have cut it if she had her shoes on, but her feet hurt because of the heels and then because they were bleeding. Jacob carried her across the parking lot to the van (a LONNNNNNNG way across the parking lot). While I was wiping up blood Ryan was playing on the bleachers and fell hitting his side. I imagined he would have broken ribs. It went on and on...I see why Jacob would ask that:) But all that's just yappy.

On a serious note....Sam will come home on the 30th of this month to stay. Scott and I had a family meeting last night with the little (not little) kids. Scott did an excellent job talking about Sam. He told the kids if Sam was hurt we would all want to help him. Like we did Daniel when he broke his foot....so on and on. Scott gave a lot of examples and then talked about the part they needed to play to helping Sam. We did talk a lot about the serious side of Sam. We talked about the consequences of arguing with Sam and not making good choices (which usually equated to talking to mom and dad about things happening). At the end Seth, struggling to keep up said, "So Sam's in a wheelchair?" He didn't get it, and yet he did:) I love that even the youngest could hang with us on he explanation and understand each persons "part". Scott is much more optimistic than I am. I sure hope he's right!