I lost JC at Target...
Yesterday, I was at Target with my family, except my dad, he was at home playing poker online. So, it was just me, mom, and my brothers. Alex had to get some dress clothes for benchmark presentation and I was just tagging along with them while watching JC and then he said to me, "jie, I'm thirsty again." I told him to go by himself because it was only 10 feet away and I said I'd be right here waiting for you. So, he went. And my mom was like "aye!? JC le!?" And I'm like, he went to get a drink of water. But deep in my thought, I was like "oh my god, it has been a while, where DID he go!? ...I gotta find him before mom finds out that I lost JC!!!" I ran to the restroom 'cause that's where the water fountain was and called out JC, but he didn't answer and when I actually got there, he wasn't there. Then I checked the restrooms, both men and women, but he wasn't there. Then I ran out and went straight ahead and kept calling out JC, but not too loudly. Then I went back and went to the food court to see if he was there or if he went back to where my mom and alex were, but he wasn't! Now, I started kinda freaking out. I ran back to the electronics and still no damn sign! Then I started thinking about how I was gonna tell mom that I lost JC and I couldn't find out because I couldn't! Then, while I calmly went back to my mom I hear a faint crying and I heard my mom talk and when I finally got there, it was JC's crying. OHHHHH MYGOD, did that fucking freak me out. JC couldn't even friggin walk 10 feet to the damn water fountain without getting fucking lost!!! My mom has been baby-ing him soo much that he can't find his way back. He's like 7 and a half almost. I mean, othere little kids can walk find by themselves, but he can't!? GOD, IT WAS SCARY!
A little later on, my mom bitched at how I didn't take JC to the damn water fountain. I mean, IT WAS ONLY 10 FEET AWAY! How hard could it be to walk there and back!? So, I said to my mom, it's no damn wonder he got lost because she never fucking let's him do things himself, like go get a drink of water. And ooooh mahn. She even has to walk him to his damn line at school. It really isn't that hard for him to walk himself to his line. He's done it a hundred times, he should know. Last I took him, I let him go half way because he was doing good himself without me holding his hand. I even asked if he can go there himself and if he was ok. And so, off he went. NOT HARD! My mom pissed me off. My parents don't know how to raise kids. You're suppose to raise your damn kids with disipline and when they grow up, they'll know how to act and respond to things the right way. And when they go out by themselves, they'll know what to do. If you wanted them to call you, you don't even need to tell them anymore because they'll call you because they know you'll be worried; everything would be fine. Now you're ready to become a grandma/grandpa. Instead, my damn parents let's us, ESPECIALLY JC, do whatever he wants. And he's soo damn spoiled. JC yells at my dad when he wants to play games! JC actually listens to me more than he does with dad. When I yell at him, he doesn't talk back, but when my dad does, JC's like "SHUT UP!" OR "I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!" blahblahblah. Yeah, he's bad.
The weekend has been soo nice and bright and sunny ♥!! Unfortunately, it's gonna start raining agian tommorow! I like the rain and everything, but I liked the break, too.
TIME FOR SPRING SHOPPING! =D
A little later on, my mom bitched at how I didn't take JC to the damn water fountain. I mean, IT WAS ONLY 10 FEET AWAY! How hard could it be to walk there and back!? So, I said to my mom, it's no damn wonder he got lost because she never fucking let's him do things himself, like go get a drink of water. And ooooh mahn. She even has to walk him to his damn line at school. It really isn't that hard for him to walk himself to his line. He's done it a hundred times, he should know. Last I took him, I let him go half way because he was doing good himself without me holding his hand. I even asked if he can go there himself and if he was ok. And so, off he went. NOT HARD! My mom pissed me off. My parents don't know how to raise kids. You're suppose to raise your damn kids with disipline and when they grow up, they'll know how to act and respond to things the right way. And when they go out by themselves, they'll know what to do. If you wanted them to call you, you don't even need to tell them anymore because they'll call you because they know you'll be worried; everything would be fine. Now you're ready to become a grandma/grandpa. Instead, my damn parents let's us, ESPECIALLY JC, do whatever he wants. And he's soo damn spoiled. JC yells at my dad when he wants to play games! JC actually listens to me more than he does with dad. When I yell at him, he doesn't talk back, but when my dad does, JC's like "SHUT UP!" OR "I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU!" blahblahblah. Yeah, he's bad.
The weekend has been soo nice and bright and sunny ♥!! Unfortunately, it's gonna start raining agian tommorow! I like the rain and everything, but I liked the break, too.
TIME FOR SPRING SHOPPING! =D