An Intervention

Not that kind.

But Fun Daddy and I have decided that Lillith's poor attitude must stop.

So we have explained it in simple terms...

If she can't follow our rules, do her homework, be respectful and make an effort to get along with people and generally pissing on everyone's parades... We will not be paying $10k a year on private high school. It is really quite simple.

We are required to feed and clothe her and teach her right from wrong. But we are not required to give her everything that she wants.

It is really that simple.

Don't you think?

Why Does the Time Fly By?

Do you remember the Parent Trap?

Those kids were at camp all bleeding summer!

French camp? One week!

That isn't right. No sir, it is not!

We picked up the Angel on Friday from French camp so that we could take her to her next camping excursion... Church camp.

Ironically in the 2 scant hours we had together, the Angel managed to pick a fight and only be polite to me when I was giving her stuff.

When I made her go clean her face? Bad Attitude. (Like I made the no makeup rule!)

The next day we picked up Imelda, who was tired, but happy to be back with us and we treated her with a nice road trip through Southern Wisconsin and a nice stay at a clean hotel.. Yeah? We are fun parents. We took her to the cheese museum to prove it.

Sadly, we will be retreiving the Angel in a few short hours.

Hopefully, the light of the Baby Jesus will have entered her heart and beaten the crap out of the sullen preteen I saw on Friday. Please. oh, please.