Blind Spot

Last night at bedtime, which happens from time to time, I got frustrated.  I did not act as kindly as I could have.  I was about the clock.  Outside forces were influencing my reaction.  Taking me from being in the present.

There are defenses about sleep and its importance.  How she does not get enough elsewhere.  Blah.  Blah. Blah.  There was a small piece of me wanting to be able to get “me time” at the end of the night.   Yet, I felt so badly that I was not able to focus or get anything done.  Every moment spent not doing something productive, was another moment focusing on how bedtime went.

Eventually, it was pointless.  So, I went to bed.

Do not do that to yourself.  What is the importance of the moment you are in?  What are you trying to accomplish?  What is your motivation?  How could you handle it better?  How could you handle it different?  What happens when you accomplish *blank*?  How will getting “x” make you feel?  How will accomplishing “x” make the other person feel?  Things to consider when standing your ground.  Sometimes it is worth it and justifiable.  Other times?  You’re just acting like a jerk.

Just because you are not wrong, does not make you right.

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

A Brave Model

How do we get out of our own way?  It occurred to me earlier, thinking about James Clear’s Atomic Habits book (Atomic Habits: Tiny Changes, Remarkable Results by James Clear), that it is brave to acknowledge a desire to change a behavior.

To let Atomic Habits in, a person must admit the current thinking, or habit is not working.  They must be open to new information and ideas. 

Resting on our laurels, sitting on the couch, clicking a remote.  These are habits.  Habits that keep us in place.  One of the key lessons in the book was about time.  There are people that do not have time to… write, draw, read, clean, *fill in your passion here*.  Yet how many watch TV, or scroll through their screen for an hour before going to bed?

It is being open to needing a change.  I have read more the past month-ish than I did the previous year.  How?  I was reading about behavior and how to get “good behavior(s) “from your kid.  Quick answer: model the desired behavior.  I was telling my daughter screens were not good.  Too much screen time damages your eyes, attention, emotional state, etc. etc. 

Yet, she would witness the behavior of any free moment: iPhone/iPad *grab*. Now, any free moment: book *grab*. The point is not to read any length of the book.  It is to see me reaching for and holding a book. When the thought process changed from: “I won’t have time read” to “I want to model this behavior for my daughter and not look like a hypocrite with a screen/device” the book reading started going up.

The number of pages and time spent reading in a day went up.  Which also correlates with getting more books read.  There are times I barely read two words.  There are also times multiple pages get read.  I wanted to read more this year.  I also wanted to model better habits and behaviors for my daughter.  It took seven years to be able to see (find?) those two were not at odds but were on the same axis.

What habit are you looking to improve or change?  What habit or behavior would you like your child to have?   Look to see how the two intersect.  Find the correlation of the desired outcomes.  Adjust accordingly.  Start the new behavior.  Model the behavior.

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

A Little Respect

It is Sunday morning at 955am.  My daughter woke up at 555 am.  We played dolls for over an hour.  She ate breakfast.  I read her a Plants vs Zombies book. Now, she is upstairs in her room.  I checked on her about 10 minutes ago.  “I just need some alone time”.  Today is an alone day.  Please shut my door on your way out.”

“Okay”, I say.  Then shut the door when leaving.

In this moment, tears are forming in my eyes…

It is now 745pm.  As this was originally being written she came downstairs and asked if we could drive around while she read.  “Did you want to go anywhere particular.”  “No.”

We got in the car, drove west for 40 minutes.  She said, “I’m ready to head back.”  So, we took an exit turned around, and headed home.  She asked to go to the library to exchange a book.

She stayed downstairs when we got home.  She read and kept jumping up to share funny moments in her books.  A neighbor kid came over and asked if she could play outside.  This was the first time he knocked on the door to ask her to play.

They collected icicles.  Wrote in the snow.  Worked on a fort.  She wanted to write math problems on people’s sidewalks in the snow.  He was not into the math problem writing.  She did it anyway.  He still collected icicles with her.  She came in once to get warm.  Then again when she was done. 

After, we painted four canvases each.  She asked for a later than normal snack.  She had blueberries, and cheesy popcorn, and water.  She asked me to read Sarah Scribbles to her.

We got ready for bed.  She got upset at me. We had a moment.  Shortly after she fell asleep.

This was not the story being written when interrupted writing “…tears are forming in my eyes…”.  The story changed.  The day forming in my head, was not the day we had.  Giving her space and respect and time.  Not pushing against her.  Respecting her room and her choices.  I came downstairs with tears in my eyes, ready to write a story about *blank*.

She needed a moment.  I respected it.  There is no way for me to know what was going through her head.  What led from “an alone day” to “will you drive me around”, to playing outside, creating, painting, and reading her a story.  At 945 am, a father did right by his daughter. She paid his respect back generously.  They both benefited.

It should be noted, had she stayed in her room reading.  Had it not worked out the way it did.  The end results would have been the same.  Her choices respected.  Her time respected.  Her space respected.  A father that did not push against her.  A father that did not force his wants, desires, and hurt on her.

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

Dad, What Did You Do During COVID?”

One of the benefits of writing this blog is paying better attention to daily activities and conversations.  It has created a space for better awareness of moments.  Talking and being better aware of what is being said.  A muscle being developed to catalog and hold for later.  To ponder.  Like mouthwash swishing around in the back of my head, cleaning and clearing gunk out.

Today was a playdate day.  It felt much like two kids, or for the past year, two adults, being on a clock with limited to talk and share and express and share and share and share and talk and talk and talk.  Timer. Set. Go.

Overall, it was great.  However, the hard part of conversations with people (for adults) is finding a rhythm.  Especially, for parents with kids jumping around.  It requires code switching from adult conversation, to answer kid questions.  From adult conversations to kids now playing next to you… so, new kid friendly topic.  Then, in either case, being able to pick up where the conversation had left off. 

(It makes me wonder if anyone has studied this code switching in parents.  Most likely, on some level. Code switching is a great brain skill to have.)

Where the conversation naturally flowed to was prostitution.  Kidding.  No. Really.  Just not the point of this post.

It fell to relationships and how well this past year went.  For me, it is hard to say what would have happened, or how things would have gone without COVID. It forced time and space.  Exactly what was needed, unfortunately, for me.  Blogging, podcasting, reading more. Probably things that would not have happened without the forced pause.

COVID has been horrible and many lives have been lost.  Being stuck at home.  Locked down. Fighting for toilet paper and hand sanitizer.  Being at the mercy of other’s choices and indecisions. We can and could only control ourselves.  In doing that, it was a matter of taking “alive time, or dead time”.  It took a while to pull my head out of my ass.  The choice was made… slowly. It was made deliberately, cautiously.

Whatever happens, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, in the next ten years; I will be better prepared to face it.  The choice was made to make this alive time.  To make it something more than Netflix and HBO time.

“Dad, what did you do during COVID?” 

“Sweetie, I…”

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

A Little Face Slamming Only Mostly Ever Hurt Someone

Last week we were doing a COVID safe, outdoor play date with a mom-friend and her three daughters (ages 2, 4 & 6.  My daughter is seven).  It was nearly two hours of chilly (for the parents) play time for the kids (they could have had no coats and been wearing shorts and not noticed).  It was great to some outside, friend playtime.

It ended with the six-year-old sliding on a patch of ice and ramming into my daughter.  My daughter took a quick trip to the ground and slammed her face on the ice.

I do not want my daughter to get hurt.  I do not want her to slam her face on the ice.  Yet, she needs to be outside playing. She needs to be running around and enjoying chilly days and playing with friends.  When kids play, kids may get hurt.  She was crying and there was blood on her face.  Her reaction reflects my reaction.  *Stay calm*. I made sure she was ok.  Checked for loose teeth.  Any cuts.  Broken bones.

Then let her cry.  Let her know it would hurt more because of the cold.  Told her it was unfortunate that she got hurt (did not say, “I’m glad you are okay”, or anything along those lines, because in that moment she wasn’t ok, even though she was “ok”).  I asked if she thought it was an accident, or if her friend did it on purpose.  She said her friend could have moved, or warned her, but she was sliding on ice and it was an accident. 

A few minutes later she calmed down and got over the shock and moment of pain. We talked about being outside, playing around, getting to be with her friends.  I asked if the moment of accident was worth the two hours of play.  “Yeah.  It was”, she responded.

She would not have gotten her if we had not been outside.  She would not have been standing there in that moment.  Yet, she is going to get hurt.  It was an opportunity to let her know it is okay to cry and feel what she was feeling in the moment.  Scared.  Hurt.  Shocked.  Surprised.  That it is better to be outside playing, then inside in front of a screen.  Exploring.  Playing.  Inventing. Laughing.

She is going to get hurt and I’m not going to be around.  It was an opportunity to support, but not baby her.  It was an opportunity to focus on the positive.  Not the negative.  It was an opportunity to reinforce sometimes, the play is worth the pain.

I want her to slip and fall.  To fall out of trees.  Scrap her knees.  That means she is learning.  Doing.  Exploring.  The world is not going to treat her any differently than anyone else.  I am not always going to be there when she falls.  My job is not to teach her to run to me every time something happens.  My job is help her learn the tools to help herself for those times she does fall. 

I will not always be around.  My job is to make sure she does not need me to be.  The heartbreaking reality of any good parent.

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

See A Little Kindness

Today’s post is in honor of a previous post; about keeping your eyes open for something to write, draw, or create.  It is a muscle that may help you notice more than just fodder for your blog.  Though, admittedly, it did become that in the end.

The other day at Walgreens there was a high school aged person helping an older lady with a cell phone.  She was trying to get pictures from it to make a copy.  Probably not a big deal in most cases, or with most phones today.  However, in her case she had a flip phone that looked like it was from 2005.  That is not a joke or being hyperbolic.

The patience and kindness the employee showed was incredible.  They kept repeating themselves.  Keeping an even and consistent voice.  Giving this lady suggestions to try, while knowing there was not much she would be able do.  Yet, the employee kept offering suggestions. 

The employee was able to give this lady enough options to try, that she left.  When the employee returned to help those of us waiting in line, I let them know how incredible that was to witness.  I was awkward as heck saying it.  The employee seemed to just as awkwardly accept the compliment.  Yet, it’s nice to think, at a future date, they smiled remembering the acknowledgement.

It feels comforting remembering this witnessed moment of patience and kindness from one human being to another.  It is also a reminder for patience and kindness in the future.  You never known where the other person is coming from, what they are experiencing, or trying to achieve.

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

Grab A Book And Start

Sir Isaac Newton‘s first law of motion, that a body at rest tends to remain at rest and a body in motion tends to remain in motion unless acted upon by another force. My paraphrasing and current working philosophy:  A body in motion tends to stay in motion.  A body at rest tends to stay at rest.  This applies to the mind also.

Where do you find motion?  Where do you get a jumpstart?

There are key movies scenes that stick with me. When it comes to finding a jumpstart, motivation, overcoming writer’s block, there is one movie scene that lingers as practical advice, Finding Forester.  In short, a young boy has trouble starting to write. Sean Connery’s character pulls out his book and says, “start writing until the words become your own.”

Wednesday, I published a podcast episode that lasted 40 minutes based on 3 paragraphs in “this one wild and precious life” by Sarah Wilson.  Yesterday, one thing my daughter was doing created a blog post.

A few months ago, I was able to ask Dan Dougherty, creator of Beardo (HOME | beardo-comics) where he gets his ideas for his strip on “life”.  Silly question, in retrospect.  His answer was a variation of “the things that happen in my life” (my response, duh).  Like anything else, it is a muscle.  When you do something and keep doing it (a body/mind in motion), you train yourself to notice to pay attention.

Want to write but cannot think of anything.  Grab and book and start writing.  Want to record a podcast and cannot think of anything.  Grab a book and start reading.  Want to draw but cannot think of anything. Grab a book and start reading. Or think through your day.  What did a boss do?  A lady in line at the store.  Something you heard in a podcast. Something your kid did.  Something someone else’s kid did.

There is a world of things to block you from doing *blank*.  Do not let that blind you to the worlds you could be creating.

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A Vegan Father, navigating a non-vegan world.

Creative Non-Cleaning

I went upstairs to check on my daughter when work was done.  Her room was a mess.  Pens.  Pencils. Crayons.  Books.  Papers. Clothes.  Yet, in this mess she had found two old ball paddles (those paddles with the rubber band tied to a rubber ball that you try and hit as many times as you can).  She had cut the rubber band off the paddle and the ball.  She was coloring them both.  When she saw me, she jumped up excited, explained what she was doing, showed me her work, then quickly forgot I was there and got back to the task at hand. 

She was turning them into ping-pong paddles.  Next, she was going to make table.  How?  No idea.  We will see (she came down during the writing of this and she used an old plastic tub and wrote ping-pong on it.  Delighting in her own ingenuity to be able to use the tub as a table and storage container).

Here is a glimpse of my counter-intuitive parenting (at least from the world I have been subjected to.  For others this may be the norm.  If it is, in my humble opinion, good on you) approach: why clean up?  When a room is cleaner it is a race to make it messy.  Or worse, a hesitancy to create and do projects, coloring, art, whatever, for fear of getting in trouble for making a mess.

I ask her (as a standard question), “Is your room messy because you don’t want to clean it, or is it messy so you can be creative in it?”  To be honest, it is one of those things, at first, that sounds kind of deep, and creative, a stroke of verbal genius.  In truth, no idea what it really means.  Its words strung together that do not really have a beginning, a middle, or an end. 

She understands the spirit of it.  She says, “be creative”.  Then, one can assume, her mind thinks, “I’m either cleaning or creating”. She starts creating.  Sitting in the middle of a dumpster fire of a room, I resist the part of me that wants to clean.  The part that has been told it creates responsibility in a child.  That to grow up and be responsible, they need chores and things to do.  To maintain order, etc., etc., etc.  Blah.  Blah. Blah.

Maybe its selfish.  Battling to clean.  Battling for order.  Battling, because someone somewhere once said that is what “we’re supposed to do as parents”.  Honestly, that just does not sound fun. Instead, I smile proudly, because I to, given the choice, would say, “be creative”.

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A Vegan Father navigating a non-vegan world.

A Good Response, An Adjusted Answer

I was listening to the podcast Comics Lab (https://comiclab.simplecast.com and Patreon) where they were answering a question from a question-asker.  The asker asked about motivation and overcoming writer’s block.  The short answer from one of the hosts (Brad) was he was so excited to get to the drawing table, to be able to create.  Everything else in his day was a line from waking up to sitting down once the kids were off to school, the day job was completed, the kids were put to bed, then he could get to his passion (paraphrasing there, but that’s the gist of it).

There was something missing, I liked the idea of the answer… yet… a piece could have been added.  It is a muscle, a habit, something that needs to be started and built.

You want to write.  You really do.  BUT, something keeps getting in your way.  You are tired.  You are busy.  Your wife needs.  Your partner needs.  Your kid or kids need.  Tomorrow you have to *fill in the blank*.  And on it goes.  If someone looked at your life and heard you say you wanted to write, or draw, or do “x”; it would be easy to conclude that you do not.  You have obviously not been making it a priority. You would find the 15 minutes, or wake early, or go to bed later or use your lunch hour.  All good suggestions by the way.

Yet, the TV goes on.  The snack gets eaten.  The bed calls.  So you click, crunch, or curl up.  Maybe tomorrow you’ll sit down and watch that “How to” Youtube video.  Maybe, you’ll put some words on the paper.  It’s just not going to be enough words.  So, might as well just… click, crunch, or curl up.

A good suggestion for the question-asker would be to build the habit.  Give permission, we are all looking for permission.  Two words.  A paragraph.  Holding the pencil and paper.  Give it a minute.  Give it five minutes.  Turn on the computer and only allow a blank word document to stare back at you.  No email.  No internet.  Nothing but the blank page.  Do this for a minute.  Do it for five minutes.  Then go to bed.  No TV. No snack.  The pencil and paper; or the computer opened to write only.  Then, go to bed.  

Do this again.  Again.  Again.  Eventually, you’ll break one habit and replace it with another.  Brad started when he was young and hungry.  He started with a goal and a mission.  A drive and purpose.  There was something in him, pushing him forward.  

You can have that do.  You just have to be find enough will power to change a habit.  Minute by minute.  Second by second.  If you can sit with a pencil and paper, a paint brush, a book and make it a minute, then you will have started to create a new habit.  Once the habit is started, the rest will follow.

I say this on day four of blogging.  Something I started a couple of years ago.  Something I wanted to get back to for a couple of years, but really for the last year.  I kept showing up.  Kept reading books.  Kept getting emails.  Kept watching less and less TV. Kept.  Kept. Kept.

Then finally, I found myself out of distractions.  I found myself looking around wondering what to do next.  I found myself exchanging not one habit for another, but one thing for time.  Once I found a way to not put pressure on doing something, but not filling that time with TV and snacks, I started reading more.  Then, I was reading a lot.  And found myself really happy with that.  Yet… something was missing.  So, the time exchanged for TV and “screens” for books, became a now let’s read a little less fill the time with… blogging.  Writing.

This took about a year of actually wanting to get to a result.  It was little by little.  Minute by minute.  Hour by hour.  Slowly moving forward.  No pressure, but an eye on the prize.  No pressure, but the goal resting there, lying in wait.  No pressure, but today… if… maybe, let’s not watch something today.  Let us see what it’s like to clean with an audiobook or podcast playing, instead of a movie or show playing.

Little changes.  Little adjustments.  This worked for a few different things over the past year.  I’m not done yet.  There is still a lot of work.  There is still more coming.  Something else wanted.  More.  More. More.  I can feel the greed building.  It’s a good greed.  It’s a building greed to create more, writing more, record more.  Though, there is no pressure.  There is no rushing this.  There is no if I did “x”  then I can do “y”.  Next is x.1, then x.2.  Keep building.

What I’ll end this with is, I want to write.  I want to create.  I want to record a podcast.  I’ve been wanting to for years.  Everything in my life said, “no, you don’t”.  That voice kept repeating, until I figured out ways to silence it.  It feels good to be writing this.  It will feel good to post this.

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Written by: A vegan father navigating a non-vegan world.

There have been many great influences this past year. What I am directly referencing in this post is: Atomic Habits by James Clear (https://jamesclear.com/atomic-habits)

In Our Home You Don’t Have To Say Thank You

It’s influence.  I believe what we ingest, through food, reading, friends, time creates us.    Nature vs nurture.  The question “why” comes up a lot in parenting.  At least for me.  My daughter found this “letter pack” I bought at Michael’s on clearance for $2.  I told her she could keep it.  It was meant to be a random gift and give her a non-screen activity to do.

She said, “thank you”.  It sounded weird.  The way she said it broke my heart.  It was said in a way that felt like it wasn’t from her, but something that’s being “taught to her” … not at our house.  This probably does not seem like a big deal to you.  In most cases, many people would probably say that was a good thing.  If I argued against it, then people would say, it’s just a counter to something she’s learning… not at our house.

There are two pieces to this. One I have been aware of and trying to teach her since she was born.  The second was felt and discovered last week when this all happened.

  1. I have always wanted to teach her to internalize her gratitude.  She says, “thank you”, “I apologize”, “your welcome” because that is the conclusion she has come to.  She says it because that is what has been modeled and taught through action and time.  She says it unpromoted.  She says it because she means it.  She says it because it is sincere and heartful.  Forcing a child to say those things and not feel them or truly mean them, seems like the wrong lesson to teach.  One of the conflicts I’ve dealt with and felt since having a child is, we tell them not to lie, we tell them to be honest, and that they can trust us.  We tell them to express their emotions.  We tell them to express their emotions well.  We tell them.  We tell them.  We tell them.  

Then… we tell them to lie all the time.  “Say sorry”.  “But I’m not sorry.”  “It doesn’t matter.  Just go say it.”  “Tell *blank* thank you for the gift.”  “But I don’t like it. I’m not thankful.”  “Doesn’t matter go tell them.”  “I don’t feel thankful.”  “That’s not what matters.  You got a nice gift, even if you don’t like it or mean it say ‘thank you’.”

It has all seemed very backwards.  Confusing.  And wrong.  There are so many problems and issues we are dealing with.  Not the least of which is telling children one thing.  Then telling them another.  Then yelling at them. Scolding them. Punishing them for doing the exact thing we told them not to do, then do, then yelled at them for.

It is the same with Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairy.  As adults, we make excuses as to why we do this.  It’s fun.  Kids love it, etc.  Yet, one of the first “moral” things we teach kids not to do is lie.  Then systematically begin lying them from the day they are born.  All in the name of…. Gifts? Presents?  Sweats?  Treats?  Seriously.  It’s all horrible, horrible lies.  And a horrible, horrible lesson to teach.  There is so much more felt and thought about this topic.  But for now, let us move to #2.

  1. It is her home. Period.  End of story. That sums it up for me.  I want her to be comfortable here.  I want her to live in our space.  I want her to feel ownership of our four walls.  Now, you will say, “what’s wrong with her saying ‘thank you’ for a gift in her home.  That seems reasonable.  That seems normal.  That seems… okay”.  You would, of course, be right.  Thinking that.  Saying that.  There is no argument against that.

Yet… a child’s life is dictated by “others”.  At which point does a child gain a sense of self?  A sense of ownership?  A sense of belonging?  How do we teach this, when we tell them what to, how to do, when to do?  

How do we teach our children to own their space?  When she said, “thank you”. I told her, “you don’t have to thank me.  This is our home.  I chose to buy you a gift.  I was thinking of you when you were not here and wanted to make sure you would have something to do.  There is nothing wrong with you saying, ‘thank you’ and it is appreciated.  I want to say, ‘thank you’ for enjoying your gift and appreciating it.”

Your agreement and confusion around this is understandable.  It’s one of those moments that can’t be fully explained or understood by me.  My daughter does not need to say “thank you” because she’s been pushed or told she has to say “thank you” weather she means it or not, because that’s what you are “supposed” to do.  

Without going down a rabbit hole here, we are more distracted, disconnected, depressed, lonely and so much more today than we have been since keeping track of these things.  We are doing something wrong as a society.  We are missing something.  Telling our children to lie, or ignore their feelings, or not be true to themselves, because of someone else’s feelings… it just seems off.  Wrong.

We want to help guide our children to be good people.  To treat others well.  To stand-up for themselves.  To be true and honest to who they are.  Telling them someone else’s feelings matter more than their feelings, seems like a great way to grow confusion, resentment, and an inability to navigate situations when they are told and taught to put other people’s feelings first.

Before the argument is made, the counter argument is easy to make, easy to hear, easy to understand.  Yet, when we teach our children to ignore their thoughts and feelings, to go with the crowd, to put their heads down, to not express themselves, what are we teaching them?  What are we telling them? Showing them?

Here’s the thing, to try and bring this to a close, adults are the ones messing this up.  Children are not starting wars.  Children are not destroying the environment.  Children are not racist.  Children are not cruel.  Children not… until we show them.  Tell we teach them.  Adults are doing the damage.  Adults are in pain.  Adults do not know how to ask for help.  Adults are.  Adults are.  Adults are…

Maybe, we put our children’s feelings first.  Maybe, we teach them, in our home you can say “thank you” for a random gift that was bought out of randomness and love.  But in our home.  In our space.  Within these four walls, the smile on your face is all the thanks needed.

I don’t know how to help a child feel ownership of a home where she or he is told when to go to bed, when to wake up, when to eat, what to eat, where to eat.  A home where she or he is not made a part of the rules but told the rules.  A home where a child is punished for doing the same thing as an adult.  A child is just as likely, or more likely to snap, or be at an emotional breaking point as an adult in a stressful situation.  Getting a time out, yelled at, “grounded” for simply being stressed?  Does the adult do that to themselves?  Is anyone yelling at the adult for being stressed?  Is the adult making “do as I say, not as I do rules”, or “as long as you live under my roof” rules?

If we did it right previously, we would not be here.  Maybe my solution(s) are not the right ones, but it can’t hurt to try, because what we have been doing doesn’t seem to be working.

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