Manners are dead.

Ok, maybe not completely. It sure feels like it on days like today.

I'm talking to the receptionist at the pool about adult lessons and aquafit courses. A really quick convo, and I noticed a man standing (too close for my comfort) behind me. I start wrapping up with my standard "well, thanks for the information, I hope you have a good day". Mid sentence, buddy *shoves* me to the side and slaps his swim pass on the desk.

I say rather loudly, "You're excused!" and walk away with Sara. I'm just fuming. Now I wish I had gone with my first impulse and ripped him a new one. Something like, "Excuse me, that was really rude. I wasn't finished speaking. You could have waited the extra 5 seconds it would have taken for me to move out of the way. There's no need to push anyone around. Are you an adult or a child? Because my 6 year old here KNOWS that it's extremely rude to shove people around ." or my standard with Sara when she's being rude: "Where's your manners?".

*sighs* Fucking people.

later..

i love my daughter... i love my daughter... wringing her neck is a bad idea... *sighs*

When I informed Sara that she doesn't have enough left in her piggy bank to buy the slushie she wants, and if she wants more allowance this week, she'll have to earn it, she declared that I should "give me $5 for this!" as she folds some laundry. (she gets $1 for helping with laundry. Flat rate.)

The whole point of giving Sara (a very fucking inflated) allowance is to teach her about money management. Her dad thinks she should help for the sake of helping, and disagrees with the idea of her getting paid to do chores. I'm starting to think he's right.

I can't even begin to count the number of discussions I've had with her about money, and the fact that it is a limited resource in this household. Hell, in any household. I don't want her growing up worrying about money, but I *do* want her to understand that a bank account doesn't just automatically fill up with an endless supply to be spent on anything her heart desires. I can't explain in any way that she could comprehend that we're not in grand financial straits. Our bills are paid, we have the necessities, but there's very little leftover this month. Little enough that I'm not going to be shelling out for junk food.

The sense of entitlement that comes off of her sometimes just infuriates me. I want this, so you WILL get me this. That's why I started the allowance. You want that, you pay for it. Period. If you can't afford it, tough. But it's just not working. She's spending every penny of her allowance and then turning to me with the expectation that I'll buy her latest craving for her anyways. Just because. I'm not bending on this point, but it's just. not. getting. through.

I'm just tired and frustrated. What's new, eh? Back to the laundry.