Timelies all!

Tomorrow is the Potomac Celtic Festival, which we will go to for a while. Sunday I need to bring the car to Jiffy Lube, and we're doing dinner with G's dad.

Soooo sleepy. Stuck here another hour, at least. Wanna lay my head down and snooze instead.

ZZZZZzzzzzz...

Oh, fuck. I just got a call from EM.

Emmett's in full-on hysterical meltdown flip-out mode.

He doesn't want to play basebal and wants to quit the tournament team. He won't go to the game tonight and is having a full on screaming, door-slamming tantrum about having to talk to his tournament team manager about it.

Technically, he's not a teenager, but this seems like a pefect storm of Emmett's occasional eruptions where he gets emotionally stuck on some issue and a huge influx of hormones. He has completely lost his shit.

I've got to go collect the car in the East Bay after work, so I'll go over to talk to him later tonight, hopefully when he's calmed down and we can deal with him together.

Was it Ple who pointed out that I'd be parenting a toddler and a teenager at the same time?

Oh, man. I hope he comes out of it without too many scars on either side. I'm betting the physical illness isn't helping - I know my emotional reserves are a lot lower when my body's not cooperating.

{{{Emmett}}} Poor hormone bomb.

Oh, shit. Oh, love. If there's anything I can do, say the word.

That's so sad about Tim Russert.

The winds been wicked strong here all day and now forest fires are breaking out outside the city.

And I just saw a report on the news about the Iowa flooding stating that it's not even once in a century type of flooding, but once in 500 years kind of flooding. What is going on.

Aw, poor Emmett. I hope everything works out for you David.

Oh, man. I hope he comes out of it without too many scars on either side. I'm betting the physical illness isn't helping - I know my emotional reserves are a lot lower when my body's not cooperating.

He's not that sick. That's the thing. I'm sure he made more of his ill feeling yesterday to get out of yeterday's game. And now that he's made that breech he wants to drop it all.

I just hate the weaselyness of doing that, of quitting on his coach so abruptly. I get that he might be feeling burned out, but it's unacceptable to quit before a tournament without warning. To not fulfill his obligations.

And there's absolutely no way he gets to avoid having that talk with his coach. He gets *extremely* upset about having to face consequences; he builds it up in his mind and tortures himself and he just wants to run away. But he usually comes around and deals with shit and it's always been far better to face things than run away. And his coach will be very cool and understanding about it anyway.

I don't think he realizes, though, that much of the freedom I allow him is because I do understand that the tournament schedule is demanding and requires a lot from him.

We didn't sign him up for camp on the presumption that he'd be busy with baseball all summer, and he could have time off with his friends. I think he feels like he's just going to be screwing off with his buddies all summer and playing a ton of Nintendo, but that's not how the balance is going to be now.

When he feels trapped and unheard, he completely loses his shit. Really, just a wreck.

Yeesh. This is going to be a tough one.

Gah. I hate being stuck all far away--not that he'd want me around anyhow, but I wish I could be there for you and EM.

eta: I mean, obviously I'll be there when you get back after talking with him, but that feels like very much Not Enough.