How the mighty have fallen..
Skid#3 has reality crashing all over her head. It is a very unwelcome reality that has harshly jarred her out of her fantasy land of her being the fairest of them all, with the adoring masses prostrating themselves before her, wringing their hands and gnashing their teeth in angst of having to wait their turn to eagerly fulfill the princesses every want and desire.
For three days now she has been going to work with DH and washing fleet vehicles all day. The detail boy who normally has to do this is loving the break. He drives the vehicle back to the wash area, covers all the mirrors per DH's request, then stands there talking on his phone/ cruising the internet while SD16 washes, armorall's and vaccum's each vehicle. When she is done, he drives that car away, and pulls in another repeat the process. So yeah, he does two minutes worth of driving and is essentially getting paid to watch someone else do his job.
Skid3 was mortified when she saw him cover the mirrors the first time, ran inside crying telling DH that he humiliated her. Good, at least she can still feel embarrassment and recognize the sensation, perhaps it isn't too late. DH told her to suck it up and go wash the car, she was grounded and he did not understand why for even a second she thought the grounding would not be in effect at his work.
Apparently according to SD the detail boy is 'picky' and keeps pointing out spots she missed, didn't scrub hard enough or streaks on the windows when she is done washing. It is called a work ethic. You are doing HIS job, thus you get to do it to HIS standards. (Note: per DH this kid does an above average job all the time. He is not just being nit picky because he can)
DH works with about 50 men. No women. And yes, DH did remove the mirror in the ladies room for while SD is there. His boss thought the grounding was hysterical and gave him permission to.
Today in the mail came her official termination from the Cheer Squad resulting in a bout of tears. Apparently she thought the auto termination due to suspension and ALC would not apply to her? She was beside herself when she realized she was no more 'special' than anyone else. Skid1 took the time to remind her due to ALC and suspension all the social activities were also GONE for the year, kiss the prom and homecoming bye bye. Yet another bout of tears followed.
Also in the mail today was a letter from ALC, reminding DH that the school is uniform only. What uniforms were acceptable what wasn't, penalties for being out of uniform (which includes wearing the wrong socks, not having your shirt tucked in, lack of a belt or girls showing any part of their midriff or back, or boys managing to show their underwear due to 'sagging'). Interesting to note that no jewelry is allowed, I am thinking it's likely to prevent it from getting stolen.
She has two more days at DH's work. Then Tuesday she starts her 30 school days at ALC. Which DH was just thrilled to find out there is NO available busing to our area, so he gets to drive her to and from. I have a funny feeling he is going to bribe skid1 into doing pick ups in the afternoons when she does not have classes.
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wow. well, if it took this
wow. well, if it took this enormous trauma energy (that she called upon herself) to shake her out of her virtual reality... wow. at least there's the family example of skid1 doing an about-face, so maybe something good will evolve for skid3 here... kudos to you and dh for how you are handling these kids!
I bet it's hard, but it's
I bet it's hard, but it's good for her.
I am loving this situation so
I am loving this situation so much so that I have read and reread your blogs since this happened. I am so proud of your DH. This is exactly what I would do to any of our children. I'd only throw in volunteering at a homeless shelter, hospital, or bursting home. Compassion and empathy, along with humility go a long way in life.
I am loving this situation so
I am loving this situation so much so that I have read and reread your blogs since this happened. I am so proud of your DH. This is exactly what I would do to any of our children. I'd only throw in volunteering at a homeless shelter, hospital, or bursting home. Compassion and empathy, along with humility go a long way in life.