Day TWO of WAR

While Bnanas and I were working on the new house today, I had to leave to go pick up MB from the bus.  MB and I get back to the house (we won't let her stay alone at the other house).  First thing that comes out of her mouth when we get to the house we are working on are: "How long do I have to be here?"

Never mind that we were working on her bathroom and bedroom.  Bnanas ignores her and tells her that she needs to go get her homework so she can work on it since she can't help with the sheet rock.  She storms off my mustang and decides that she wants to do her homework there. I am off in another room taking measurements and putting strips on the ceiling joist (which happen to be two feet apart, so we can screw up the dry every sixteen inches, so the sheet rock will be more secure), when I hear him yell: "Bring your homework in here."  Not once but twice.   Bnanas comes back to the room I happened to working in at the time, mentioning: "There go her TV privileges."  He leaves the room to go measure more sheet rock, I follow to grab my Power Aide.  I told him looking out the front door to my car: "You need to go out there and get here out of the car."

Five minutes later I hear screaming and yelling followed by stomps across the front deck.  "This is so unfair, why do I have to come in here and read?  I wanna go home (the other house)."  (Now at this point in time, if that had been my child I would have beat her ass, there is no reason to act like that.)   "Where do you expect me to sit?"  I am guessing he shows her where, I heard no return answer.  I walk out a few minutes later to grab another swallow of my Power Aide, she is sitting in the bar stools next to the open window where there is a nice cool breeze.  Bnanas goes back to measuring and cutting sheet rock, while I'm marking out the distance for the strips and screwing the strips to the joist.

Some time later I hear "I am done."  (Since MB arrived after school started here she is behind by about a week and a half.  Because the child is lazy she only does the minimum amount of work listed on the sheet, but if she wasn't behind it would be okay).  This is what I remember hearing:

• Bnanas: "Keep reading."
• MB: "What? Why?"
• Bnanas: "Because you have nothing better to do at the moment and you are behind."
• MB: "No I'm not!"
• Bnanas: "Yes you are.  Your teacher emailed me and told me what all is due."

MB is crying and yelling at this point.

• MB: "This isn't fair.  I only have to read 35 pages a night."
• Bnanas: "Not till you are caught up."
• MB: "I am caught up."
• Bnanas: "So you are telling me that you have read two books and this is your third book?"
• MB: "Yes!"
• Bnanas: "So you'd be lying."
• MB: "So?"
• Bnanas: "Do I need to was your mouth out with soap?  That's what happens when you lie."
• MB: "Soap is gross."
• Bnanas: "Keep reading."
• MB: "No, I am not going to do any more I only have to read 35 pages and I read 40."

MB then gets up and storms out to the front porch.  Bnanas returns to the room I am in with the next sheet of sheet rock.  I tell him: "You need to bust her ass."  After a while, I guess she forgets all about the recent events and comes to the room we are working on.  She asked me: "Do you want to read my story I wrote?"

I tell her: "Sure."  I read her little story, it was actually pretty good.  She decides to help with handing screws to us and helping me hold up the sheet rock on my side.

Some time later when MB gets bored, she starts asking: "When are we going home?"  Bnanas was working on putting up the last sheet of sheet rock in the room we were working on (it was completely sheet rocked except one area) and I was putting the strips on the ceiling joist.

• Bnanas: "When we are done."
• MB: "When will that be?"
• Bnanas: "When we get done."
• MB: "When?  I need to go home, eat dinner, shower and go to bed."  Storming off.

At this point she refused to help do anything Bnanas asked her to do.  A few moments later

• MB: "When are we going home?"
• ME: " Can you give us 10 minutes!"

I had had it with her damn attitude.  I was hot, exhausted, itchy from doing insulation, and my body was killing me from doing all that we had done in the day. I told him in a low voice:  "You need to bust her butt."  After I put up the last strip and handed him the screw to screw in the end for the night, I told him: "She is riding home with you and I get a shower first." 

I have no idea what they talked about on the way home, once parked she came storming out of his truck towards the house.  I didn't care I was headed towards the shower, before I got in I did tell him: "She needs to get her stuff out of my car."  And I booked it to the shower.  AH!!!  It felt so good.  I guess while I was in Bnanas called her mother, MB was on the phone talking to here when I walk into the living room.  Don't care what went on after that.  I got my bowl of cereal and chilled out.  Bnanas had her eat, shower and go to bed. Guess we will see how tomorrow goes if we make it there tomorrow (Bnanas has to go to Birmingham to pick up his father's car).  We shall see.