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D is for Days. December 11, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — gleefulbarbarians @ 1:56 am

“Mama said there’ll be days like this/There’ll be days like this mama said.”  – The Shirelles.

“It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” – Alexander.

We’re experiencing some growing pains or something here at Casa AL.  Thing 1 is 12, and pre-pubescent with all the angst and mood that drags along with it.  Pairing that with my current mental health stuff and it’s just not the best atmosphere in here all the time.  As much as I’m getting slightly more patient with him, DH is getting more frustrated.  I need to find some local commiseration (I have a friend with a 11.5 year old daughter who is dealing with some of the same things, which helps).  Most of our struggling right now is related to education and the parents at park day with older kids are also unschoolers which doesn’t really help (telling me “you could always try just letting him do his own thing for a couple weeks” isn’t what I want to hear, honestly.  Particularly when it’s paired with “We just trust our children to learn when they’re ready.”  At one point I ended up saying, “I don’t trust that he’ll ever want to do something other than harass the cat, build planes from Lego or disassemble things.  I guess that’s it: I don’t trust my kid.”).

In further terrible, horrible news.  I woke up at 3am to use the bathroom (because I’m old and can’t sleep thru the night anymore) and was greeted by the strong scent of cat urine when I got near the bathroom and closet.  The cat apparently likes to pee on my pajamas if I leave them on the floor.  I have no idea why.  I opted to move them to the tile at 3am (I’m not starting laundry at that hour if I can avoid it) and dealt with it at a more reasonable hour this morning.  For a cat who seems to want to sleep with me all day and night practically, why does she foul up my things?????

So, days like this.  I’m sort of trying to make some lemonade out of the lemon of a day I’m having.  The folding will get done (maybe).  I’ve started dinner prep work.  I need to finalize the grocery list so I can do that after dinner.  I’m sure that will thrill Thing 1 if he ends up having to miss hockey practice because of his behavior.  It will definitely thrill me to have to take a sullen child with me to the store (DH has to go to practice as the coach and Thing 1 can’t be left home alone currently).  Or to go shopping at 830 on a Monday night once he gets home. 

I think it’s going to be late night shopping since Thing 1 is entering into the “last minute panic” of getting things done (because he played with stuff until like 2 this afternoon, in addition to multiple long stays in the bathroom to read and other vanishing tricks), but I know he won’t be done in time to eat dinner and leave for hockey.  At which point he’ll be furious at everyone else because that’s easier than being angry at himself for frittering away the bulk of the day.

It has taken me all day to write this (there are days like this…).  DH has gone to practice, Thing 1 is eating a very slow dinner.  I’m going to do the dishes so that’s taken care of for tonight.  I still need to fold this load of laundry and pre-treat another one.  I’m sure Thing 1 will need help with the stuff he still has to do.  Not that I should be rewarding myself with food or anything, but I’m pretty sure Starbucks will be part of my trip this evening.  Mmmmmmmmmmm chai. 

Wishing I had the smell of campfire in my hair,


PS: Guess who’s back in the bathroom?






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