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Aug. 13th, 2015 09:45 pmI hate it when I make my kids cry -
Al and I broke Alice this evening trying to talk about how to transfer some money to her so she could manage it. For, like, clothes and snacks and fun things. Not for textbooks, that is the year after, or transportation, or any really large issues...
Apparently this is way more stressful than any of us expected, and we all wound up sniffling and eating chocolate chips and trying to back away from the cliff. We came up with what felt almost reasonable to all concerned, but it took an entire bag of chocolate chips and a lot of unhappiness and some actual anguished wailing ("I don't KNOW why that freaks me out but it DOES") and she will carry a debit card with $15 deposited to the account behind it on a regular basis. If it requires a balance to avoid fees she can pretend it isn't there.
I found out long ago that pushing Alice is remarkably pointless. She crys and then she checks out and then we're done until she regains her composure. this was all after supper, so blood sugar wasn't a part of it. It was really a full on freakout about money in her pocket. Not even that we might yell at her about it. the actual presence of a pile of money that she was supposed to be thinking about and drawing from.
This is the child who likes macro-economics.
I owe her some time tomorrow to make sure she's really Ok
Al and I broke Alice this evening trying to talk about how to transfer some money to her so she could manage it. For, like, clothes and snacks and fun things. Not for textbooks, that is the year after, or transportation, or any really large issues...
Apparently this is way more stressful than any of us expected, and we all wound up sniffling and eating chocolate chips and trying to back away from the cliff. We came up with what felt almost reasonable to all concerned, but it took an entire bag of chocolate chips and a lot of unhappiness and some actual anguished wailing ("I don't KNOW why that freaks me out but it DOES") and she will carry a debit card with $15 deposited to the account behind it on a regular basis. If it requires a balance to avoid fees she can pretend it isn't there.
I found out long ago that pushing Alice is remarkably pointless. She crys and then she checks out and then we're done until she regains her composure. this was all after supper, so blood sugar wasn't a part of it. It was really a full on freakout about money in her pocket. Not even that we might yell at her about it. the actual presence of a pile of money that she was supposed to be thinking about and drawing from.
This is the child who likes macro-economics.
I owe her some time tomorrow to make sure she's really Ok