Granted, it wasn't as if Maria was real cheerful basically ever these days. More like alternately pissed off, exhausted and sad, although she did her best not to let anyone see her when she was the latter.
"Nothing wrong, really, just—well, mom stuff," she said, shrugging to herself. "Just got the kids to bed. Amity's decided to be a handful, lately. Tried to fake being sick to get out of martial arts class. Said she didn't want to do it anymore, that she wanted to take music lessons after school with 'everyone else.' I offered to sign her up for that and take her to class on a different day, though, and she still had none of it. Sulked all through class and got herself put in time-out for hitting another girl in the face. Intentionally, I think."
It was weird and frustrating—and sudden, too. She'd always been such a sunny, enthusiastic kid, like her dad.
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Date: 2015-09-29 01:54 am (UTC)"Nothing wrong, really, just—well, mom stuff," she said, shrugging to herself. "Just got the kids to bed. Amity's decided to be a handful, lately. Tried to fake being sick to get out of martial arts class. Said she didn't want to do it anymore, that she wanted to take music lessons after school with 'everyone else.' I offered to sign her up for that and take her to class on a different day, though, and she still had none of it. Sulked all through class and got herself put in time-out for hitting another girl in the face. Intentionally, I think."
It was weird and frustrating—and sudden, too. She'd always been such a sunny, enthusiastic kid, like her dad.