We have had a pissy afternoon and evening. Mac just took a tone with me from minute one of picking up from school and I FUCKING LOST IT. I left him to himself and did some house cleaning and work including:
vacuuming the bedrooms and halls
putting mattress enclosures back on his beds
folding laundry
hanging tiny strand of orange halloween lights
drawing 3rd Jack-o-Lantern
taking sliding wheels off one set of closet doors
emptying yet another small box
framing a picture
I got us both dinner and he did nothing but watch tv and play his ds. I asked about a school assignment and he started yelling at me again. The tv is no longer hooked up and he is on his own for bedtime. He won't leave my room though so I have no idea how that will go down when I start shutting off lights in 20 minutes.
Olivia picked out a Super Girl costume so she's wearing it around and running to do everything. She says Super Girl is super-fast!
Owen decided on Iron Man this year. Both great choices but Owen pointed out that Olivia belongs in the DC Universe, not in the Marvel one.
Oh mac. Shape up, kid! Not doing schoolwork on priciple is never the best plan.
16 weeks isn't unusual--most first time moms don't notice movement until then. And even that is very slight fluttering. But 7 or 8 months still blows my mind how someone just doesn't know.
With Dylan, I couldn't feel anything I was sure was a baby until more than halfway through - week 22 at the absolute earliest. In retrospect I'd been feeling movement going back to week 16 or so, but I'd been chalking the flutters up to indigestion, even though I peed on a stick at week 6.
I can't imagine not knowing as late as 7 months (once the kicks are visible *from the outside* you'd have to be in pretty deep denial to not wonder what kind of parasite you're carrying), but then I have no real frame of reference since all 3 of my pregnancies were planned.
I seem to have acquired a kitten. From the egg farm. I've stuck it in my bedroom with food and water and a litterbox and shit the door, because, of course, I'm going out this evening. Whoops. Operation acclimate the cats to the new arrival starts tomorrow...
I've stuck it in my bedroom with food and water and a litterbox and shit the door,
Please tell me that is a typo.
msbelle, hope you get a good night's sleep.
Exciting, -t! Gender indeterminate so far?
I am so over stripping, 5 more to go, 2 prepped for tomorrow. I think before I do any sanding, I'm going to fix up the floor finish on the second floor landing by the spindles. It wasn't finished to begin with (sloppy refinishing job) and there have been a few oopsies. It'll just be sanding and varnish (or shellac or whatever.)
Only 5 more. Only.
Mac! Behave! Momma said so!
Go, Owen!
I am suddenly overwhelmed with useless guilt. Over something I did 10 years ago that I don't think the "offendee" cared shit about. It's been distracting me for two days now.
I was at cousin N's (one of many, but bear with me) 21st (wearing a dress I'd wheedled out of her, which I now additionally feel guilty about--I wonder if she wants it back? I still have it), sitting with my childhood best friend who was about my age--31. We were sitting behind N's little sister M. M has pretty much always been a spectacular athletic specimen. So, naturally, I say to my friend R...
"She has the most amazing ass. You have to touch it."
"What?"
"Touch. It."
So, he reaches out and cups her butt.
M, turns around and looks at her ass, looks at R, looks at me, says "Oh." and goes back to her conversation.
R looks at me and says blankly "It's been a long time since I felt up a fifteen year old's ass."
OMGWTF? That is so many different levels of wrong. You don't encourage someone to touch someone else without their explicit permission. Someone else's ass. Male someone to touch female someone's ass. 30 year old someone to touch 15 year old's ass. What was I thinking?
Thing is, this was perfectly normal for M. In fact I'd spent a fair amount of time trying to protect her from sexual advances from men her parents' ages, and I was the fazed one in the picture--not her, not her parents. But this wasn't a sexual touch--no one was treating it as such. She's a marvel of human engineering, and has a really great ass. That was an experience to cup.
WHY DO I KNOW THAT? WHY DID I PROMULGATE THAT? OMG, boundary!fail of the largest magnitude.
That whole family was inappropriate up the wazoo, and I can't believe what I started to take for granted. Jesus, woman.
I know M doesn't care. But I feel shitty about it, so
t /vent
tl;dr: ita didn't respect boundaries and can't let stuff go.
