wow... worry & stress!!!!

Last night, Kira went out to play...

This was at about 4pm, nothing unusual there, she knows she should be back for 6, in time for dinner,

6 came,

6.30... still no sign,

6.45 came and went, still no Kira... now I'm starting to get worried, but it's not the first time she's been late.

7.30 I'm now feeling pretty panicky, so i go out to look, she said she was going to Brandon'sthat's just up the road from here, about 5 mins walk... Brandon and his friends are playing out, Kira is nowhere to be seen, they say they've not seen her so I go to the park and the skateboard ramps, round the school, still no sign, I'm really agitated by now... i get home and Nev goes out to look, he goes everywhere, down to the lake, all around brookside, and if you know brookside, you'll understand why I'm so worried!!!

8.45 I say enough is enough and call the police, and while I'm still talking to them at 9 guess who comes skipping down the path without a care in the world... yep, that'd be Kira. "oh I've been at Brandon's" she says... can "I have some dinner?" not a sorry I'm late, or sorry to have worried you, nothing...

This morning, as punishment for being 3 hours late, I got her to tidy up her bedroom, and she starts with the typical teenage thing (even though she's not a teenager yet) of "uurrgh I hate my life!" and stomps about

I said to her, "what exactly do you have to hate? I mean you have a room of your own, everything you need, (admittedly she does not have everything she wants, but I think that having everything you want is a bad thing!) a family that loves you, friends, what is it exactly that is SO bad in your life?"

She said, "I have to do things I don't want to!" I know its wrong, but I could not help but laugh!

I said to her, "well the bits of your life you hate are your fault anyway!, you don't like being punished, don't do things your not supposed to, you don't like tidying your room, don't mess it up! everyone at some point will have to do things they don't like, and it's a part of life you have to get used to"

With that she did the also typical thing of "you just don't understand" and ran off crying.

So now she and the other kids are out in the garden, like nothing has happened, she does not care about how scared I was, or about the fact I was calling the police, the only thing she cares about is "can I go out to play now?"