It Ain't Pretty..

I think someone forgot to mention this side of adoption. Or maybe we didn't listen.

I'm not sure what alien has crawled into Maisie's brain, or what body snatcher took her away, but I wish they'd bring her back! This week has been H O R R I B L E. I mean like Calgon take me away, pop an extra Lexapro, eat a whole bag of Cheetos's, run away horrible.

She's been on a roll of defiance all week. She spent 4 hours doing 6 Math problems, while her saint of a father stood and helped her. He I'm not even exaggerating. He was so patient. She was so dramatic. She then snatched her bath towel off the wall along with the hook that was holding it. Then she used the word "freaking" about 10 times to describe how "mean, horrible, terrible, difficult, and evil" we are. Really..

After her drama on Monday, she was given her punishment Tuesday. No IPod touch, no phone, no outside until Monday. She didn't even flinch. She could have cared less.

Flash forward to today. She had 45 minutes to do her homework at school while she was waiting on me. She was told twice the night before and reminded during the day that she needed to get her homework started. Do you think she did it? Heavens no. When asked about why she didn't. Her answer "I wasn't listening when you said that." SERIOUSLY!

I thought for sure my head was going to roll right off my shoulders. She cried, threw her book bag in the floor, and had a fit. Seriously. I'm exhausted.

I'm really just at the end of all I know. I have no idea how to deal with her. I know a lot of my problem is me. I expect a lot. I expect respect. I expect her to do what I ask the first time. I expect no attitude. I expect too much.

So, for those who want to know how adopting an 11 year old is going, the best I can say is, we're making it. It ain't pretty. I mess up everyday. I'm doing my best. Let's just pray my best can get better. Soon.