In no particular order:
- Cha Cha has forced me to place her in a police state. I had the horrible realization one day as I was bribing her to not pitch a total shit fit in Target that from the outside, she is obviously one of those kids; the kind of kid who gets labeled as a brat. I don’t want that for my little girl. I also need very much to shed myself of my feeling of enslavement to her, my “fear’ that she will ruin an experience if I don’t make it perfect for her has basically given me a bleeding ulcer. The answer to feeling resentful about her constant demands and poor behavior is the lay down the law. We have instituted Time-Outs, which are total bull-shit by the way, and I have decided that from now on in she can go ahead and pitch that fit. I am at a point where I would rather be the mom with the kid in full-on tantrum mode than the mom who is snapping at her kid in the grocery store to “just stop crying already.” (I used to think those moms were bad people, now I realize that those moms are probably just coping with the 20th hysterical fit to hit during that errand. I have been humbled.) In a nutshell we are doing time-outs, cutting out the endless snacks that keep me in the kitchen for 18 hours a day, enforcing staying in her bed at night and basically just encouraging her to work stuff out for herself while coping with life without the histrionics. It is so hard, I know it will be worth it, but OMG the stress.
- This whole moving settlement thing has me in pure fits. The company offered a check that was not even close to our estimated amount. They claimed that the bike could be replaced for X amount and that the arm on the couch could be repaired for Y amount and gave us the number for their repair guy. After some digging I realized that this check was based on replacing my mid-level recumbent bike with a base level upright bike, and that the repair stuff made no mention of fixing the broken recline mechanism, or cleaning the huge stain on the micro-fiber. Add in that the repair guy they recommended can’t even be bothered to call me back (apparently in this economy people can afford to just not return business calls) and yeah, we are certainly heading back for round two and every time I think about it I just want to weep. I know that we are just one of a billion claims, that we are not special, that we brought this upon ourselves when we chose this lifestyle/career path, but I think enough is really just enough.
- I really want to go to Stitches East since it is right in Hartford and my Mum and Sister will be there, but it is this Saturday, as in the day when all the local Halloween stuff is happening. Basically I have to choose between taking advantage of one of my rare chances to have some leisure time while Chris is still around and being here to enjoy Lil’Bitz’s first round of Halloween fun. I think Stitches East hates parents. I’m not sure which is more depressing; the fact that I will probably miss this event or the fact that I am apparently one of those self-entitled douche-nozzles who thinks the world should revolve around my choice to spawn. Oh well, I suppose the last thing I need is more yarn…
- Cha Cha has a mini-recital in a few months for her dance class and Chris probably won’t be able to make it. Again, this is common, but it is just highlighting how alone I will be in this parenting thing come the spring. While I realize that millions of kids in this country have a parent who generally misses out on such things, I now understand how hard it can be in the day-to-day even though you know it is all the right choice in the long run. As always we are here due to our choices, but that doesn’t mean it is always easy.