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Feb. 9th, 2009 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrFiona never booted her brain up today. She got up late and was absolutely inarticulate in the kitchen this morning:
Rob: "Do you want pancakes for breakfast?"
Fiona just looked at him with a thousand-yard stare.
Rob: "Or waffles?"
Fiona: "Mmghf."
She got into her bathrobe as soon as she got home from school and moped around at the dinner table tonight, heavy-eyed and uncharacteristically quiet. Maybe she's hatching a virus.
Delia, on the other hand, has been angsty, mostly about her homework. Despite Rob's and my best efforts, it seems that about every fifth sentence we address to her prompts a flood of tears.
I felt unusually stressed and rather grim when I got home from work myself. The girls kept exchanging places on their Daddy's lap, cuddling up and whimpering as I made pumpkin waffles for dinner (comfort food seemed best).
Sometimes winter is hard.
What I did today to make the world a better place: I bit down my tongue, real hard, and made a tough ethical decision and placed a phone call that may result in us paying higher taxes. Two people told me, "You don't need to do that." I didn't have to say anything. I could have let an issue slide and saved us some money that yeah, we desperately need. If I"m right, we might have to pay as much as a few more hundred dollars in, which I hope the government will use for desperately needed government services.
Sometimes it sucks to do the right thing. But I decided my integrity was worth more.
I hope I still feel that way if I'm struggling to figure out a way to make my house payment a few months down the line if Rob still doesn't have a job.
Rob: "Do you want pancakes for breakfast?"
Fiona just looked at him with a thousand-yard stare.
Rob: "Or waffles?"
Fiona: "Mmghf."
She got into her bathrobe as soon as she got home from school and moped around at the dinner table tonight, heavy-eyed and uncharacteristically quiet. Maybe she's hatching a virus.
Delia, on the other hand, has been angsty, mostly about her homework. Despite Rob's and my best efforts, it seems that about every fifth sentence we address to her prompts a flood of tears.
I felt unusually stressed and rather grim when I got home from work myself. The girls kept exchanging places on their Daddy's lap, cuddling up and whimpering as I made pumpkin waffles for dinner (comfort food seemed best).
Sometimes winter is hard.
What I did today to make the world a better place: I bit down my tongue, real hard, and made a tough ethical decision and placed a phone call that may result in us paying higher taxes. Two people told me, "You don't need to do that." I didn't have to say anything. I could have let an issue slide and saved us some money that yeah, we desperately need. If I"m right, we might have to pay as much as a few more hundred dollars in, which I hope the government will use for desperately needed government services.
Sometimes it sucks to do the right thing. But I decided my integrity was worth more.
I hope I still feel that way if I'm struggling to figure out a way to make my house payment a few months down the line if Rob still doesn't have a job.
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Date: 2009-02-10 02:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-10 03:25 am (UTC)Chantal
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Date: 2009-02-10 01:19 pm (UTC)One day you can actually see shades of the trusting sweet kid they were at 8, the next day (or even hour) that completely changes.
I only have one to deal with. I count myself fortunate. *hug* Good luck with yours.