Shoot out to Slaven who shot me a message about how she still reads my blog on the regular! I forgot I even gave the address to her! ROFL! I swear I need to try for the 3rd time to get a sitemeter thing. Ain't no telling who else I gave my blog address too! HAHAHAHAHA!
During spring break Pooka, my sweet, darling, hug everyone Pooka, has been acting like lil Shaquanikashay, let's go through the chain of events and the punishments shall we....
Tuesday...she hit a lil boy in the groin...we had a sit down talk.
Wednesday...as the kids where drawing at the table she burst out with "What the hell?", then later she choked a kid...we got our privileges taken away until the weekend.
Yesterday...she slapped two kids and pushed another...she got that butt popped! If I get a report about some non sense today...I'm breaking out the belt! Edit: she got the belt, a talk from her father, and been placed on shut down for the weekend. Which means she allowed eat and sleep. Period. She slapped a different child and then lied repeatedly about it to me.
Now I don't like to put my hands on my child but I do if needed, and for the majority of Pooka's life I never had to do much physical enforcement. Maybe a pop on the hand or pluck in the mouth, but that's it. I mention this cuz as the lady was telling me about what Pooka did I got mad. This is the THIRD time she's told me about my child putting her hands on people. So I gave Pooka a stern talking to and informed her on what was to come once we got home. When we walked out the lady asked me something (I forget at the moment) and I said that we'll handle it at home, she asked me what I was going to do. I said I was gonna beat her ass. Her eyes got big as satellites. I don't know if it was because I cursed or I just said I was gonna beat her ass. I'll blog if Child Protective Services hits me up today. LOL!
Until then, can somebody...anybody...help me find my child? The little girl living with me looks like her, talks like her, and everything. But she sure don't act like the Pooka I know, at least not at daycare.