Thanks everyone. Such heartwarming and encouraging stories. Her dinner completely flopped tonight. I think she was crushed. It smelled great, but was not good at all. Both grandma and I wre supportive, telling her it wasn’t her, and that in reality some recipes aren’t good. We just moved on and didn’t make a fuss. Tonight she and I had some hard work to do moving our stuff put of garage and into a storage unit. We both worked really hard, sweating our butts off. On the way to the sorage she says in a meek voice (which is unusual) I have an idea we go.to the beach after we unload, but Idoubt we will.I said sure, great idea. It was sunset and we got frozen custard. There happen to be a huge free. Concert ending. We talked like human beings, enjoying one and other. She told me she had a great time and we should go again. Thank god for these times, they make the hard ones bearable.
I a boy the rest of my siblings had girls. by son was sooooo lazy that two steps to get food ready was too much. he ate cold everything and well, I use the term ate loosely he inhaled and still does, (28 years old now) admits that he doesn’t aste most of what he eats as it goes down too fast. LOL! but he actually does the cooking in his relationship. and Likes it! WOW talk about shaking it up!! if he can do it there is hope for your daughter yet! Hang in there mom!
As a father of twin girls, now 20, I will promise you that it will get better in time. When they left for college, I was appreciative of my quiet house, and when they returned (as friends!) I adored the people they became. Not every day is a step forward, but most are. My girls are both home from their second year of college and like to be with us and help us. Sometimes, time apart, time to grow up on their own is very necessary. A few bruises even. It will get better. I promise.
Wish I had been around this morning to participate in the discussion. So, here is the update. She has never recieved allowance. Honestly, she has been way too spoiled, and way to difficult to get to do anything helpful. Well now at age 13 she has some friends who have money in their pockets and she is valuing money more. I have been completely overwhlemed with my life and my responsibilites. So I told her she has to cook two nights a week. She was allowed to pick which two regular nights. She picked Sunday and Wednesday (for whatever reason). She hates cleaning up and doing the dishes after dinner. I mean HATES. So I told her when she cooks, I will clean the kitchen up and do the dishes. There is also a monetary reward if she does ALL her assigned duties. So, she woke late, and I had to remind her to get the crock pot going. Now it’s nearing dinner and I remind her about her menu, which includes salad. She asks if I am making the salads. Oye! (to which I tell her no).