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Wednesday. My grandma was operated and I only got a message from my sister saying: “She’s ok”. I’ll call in a few hours to know more.

Yesterday I got the glass of the front door replaced. I found out that my insurance won’t pay for it and it’s freaking expensive.
The owner of the house asked the men who changed the glass if I could get a discount. No, I couldn’t. So I’ll have to pay for it myself.
I got a few suggestions from a friend. He said: “Just put on the horns and the tail”.

“And ask them if you could make some kind of arrangement”.

I don’t think I’m there yet but you should have heard the conversation (actually, it was a yelled monologue) that I had with my kids after discovering that I had to pay for the glass they broke.
I’m not sure if they understood the meaning of: “WTF do you want? If you keep breaking things, how the hell do you think am I going to pay for them? Do you think that the money comes from my armpits? Are you really expecting me to go and work in a corner?”

Maybe they didn’t get the “work in a corner” part.

I really don’t know how to make them understand some things. Probably if I say: “No, there is no money for that because I have to pay for the glass”, they’ll get it.
I’m sure my son didn’t mean to break the glass but still he did it and it was because he wasn’t thinking about the consequences.
Action-Reaction. Freaking “THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!!”

I want them to understand that things don’t get replaced by themselves and that there’s always someone who has to pay for them, and mostly, it’ll be me.

Learning the lesson the hard way, it’s never nice.

~ by DotedOn on January 27, 2016.