So I managed chores and dinner and a conversation with my youngest child (who needs a lot of emotional support lately - she’s going to come home for the weekend) - funny aside, I asked her which room she planned to sleep in so I could make sure that there were sheets on the bed, and she said <excited> “you’re going to put my sheets on for me? I’m a guest!” Yes love, you’re 21 and you pay rent somewhere else. You’re a guest.
Thing i didn’t post yesterday was that I nearly started crying again yesterday in the hall after school, telling another teacher about the boys who got expelled. This loving other people’s children thing is really hard. Because sometimes they are gone and you know they are not ok, and you don’t even have any way to know if anyone is helping them.
Also in the conversation my daughter told me she and some friends were discussing the use of terms like sweetie and honey, and she told them “I hate being called honey because “honey” is what my mother always called other people’s children when she was disciplining them. And my friends were like <horror> your mom disciplined other people’s children?! And I said yeah, she would touch them on the shoulder and say things like honey, please use your inside voice and honey, did you see that there is a line right here? And honey, please don’t climb on that, it’s rusty and I don’t want you to get hurt.” I told her “I still do that. Somebody has to stop the next school shooter.” Dh says one of these days i’m going to face a very angry parent.