Focus......

“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”- Arnold Schwarzenegger
“The worst thing I can be is the same as everybody else. I hate that.” -Arnold Schwarzenegger

FIGURING OUT THE FIFTIES.... SO THIS IS WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT.......

Saturday 19 June 2010

Cleptomann.........

Its hard when you discover one of your family has a problem.... you realise that every one is different, even relatives... but really when a family member shows an unsavory habit, a socially non acceptable habit... well it is strangely disturbing...

The signs have been there for a while now... of course once you know... I mean really know... all the signs become flashing neon signs with huge pointing arrows all directed at the family member and you wonder how you could have been so blind, so gullible, so easily duped by the smiles and the looks of love...

It was the egg crate that was the final clue... the torn and scattered egg crate... a seemingly unremarkable item in every day life that suddenly took on this persona of the ultimate clue... the big sign... the ONE that made it real....

When we discovered the torn and scattered egg carton next to Morgans day time sofa last night the jigsaw was complete... the penny dropped with a huge clang...

For you see the empty egg crate had definitely been sitting on the kitchen table just one gym session earlier... 1 hour.. from table to torn...

It had in fact been sitting EXACTLY where my lost watch had been sitting just a couple of months ago.. you know the watch.. the missing watch... the suddenly gone watch that I jokingly said Morgan had taken.... yes that watch...

So we searched... her day sofa.. nope... her place at night on the other sofa.... ummm hang on... tucked way down at the back... under the corner where you have to hold your tongue just right to reach... my watch... still ticking...

It is a hard thing to admit that as a mother I have failed to teach her right from wrong, that she has a problem, an obsession, a fault... for even after explaining that this behaviour was not acceptable, that she was a Dobermann not a Cleptomann, that the teddy or the hippo do not like to be moved from the spare room bed, that her Dads singlet was to go in the washing not to her sofa...

After sitting her down and talking quietly and carefully using helpful and encouraging language, we came back from coffee this afternoon to discover the new All Females Poster that only arrived in the mail yesterday, that was in the computer room on the chair waiting to be put on the wall, totally unharmed, with just one small dent from a fang in the top left corner sitting on our bed.... where Tank rests during the day...

ohhh no now she is trying to frame him...

Or was it him all along framing her!

How can I ever explain this cause they do always blame the Mother!!!!

1 comment:

mq01 said...

muahahahaha :) ah babies and the games they play...deep sigh.. but what would we do without them?! lol... speaking of, im right behind you and going for coffee, with a nice foggy windy and probably wet ride ahead, yumm! xoxo!