This week Bella has had the luxury of attending a week-long program at a local art school. With this great freedom have come copious opportunities to make poor decisions.
Here’s a short list of her (irritating) crimes:
- Getting some kid to buy her candy and then not being able to pay her back
- Getting me to give her an advance on her allowance to pay back the kid
- “Losing” the allowance advance money on the way to art school less than 10 minutes after getting it
- Then borrowing money from the art school’s receptionist (who thankfully happens to be a good friend) to give to the other kid
- Confessing to #3 & 4 when getting caught on the items below, but with no intention of paying back the receptionist
- Biting into an apple (against the requirements of her recent dental surgery) and breaking one of the dental chains (for the second time in less than two weeks)
- Taking an enormous box of granola bars to give to her art school “friends” leaving nothing else for anyone who resides in the household
- Leaving art school at lunch to wander around the market and being late to return to class in the afternoon
- Everything else she hasn’t been busted for yet
This is the crux of our attachment issue. We haven’t attached to Bella and she really hasn’t attached to us. She’s nearly 14.
We spend all this time trying to make it work, and I worry that it just won’t. We spend a lot of time worrying and wondering if what’s broken can even be fixed.
I worry that we may want to begin actual work on the Maybe Baby next year and I’m terrified that we could face the same issues with another kid. I’m resentful because the Maybe Baby may never be part of the plan because we may not have the space, food, money to have another kid as what I need to have a Maybe Baby I have to spend on this kid that I’m not all that crazy about. You can’t trade up or out on kids. But this totally isn’t what I thought I was getting into.
I feel awful and guilty about this all the time which really can’t be helping whatever attempts I make at bonding with the kid I already have. I’m consumed by this day in and day out. It’s horrible.