mac is back to being furious with me. His grades are not all passing and he thought they would be. I am keeping with what I said that no electronics until he is passing everything and HE IS PISSED. He's been punching his bed, yelling to himself in his room, crying, stomping around the house. "It's all YOUR fault. Everything is YOUR fault. Why should I put effort into anything." I am not hearing all of it, but those things clearly directed at me. That child would blame me for his acne, I swear. He just cannot deal with this being all on him and yet? it is, so he best get on board or these scenes are gonna play out for several more weeks.
I have not raised my voice once since I got home.
I was going to go for a walk/jog with the dog when this started up. He didn't get going until after the nanny left even though he knew the score. He waits until I am trapped, knowing I will not leave when he is acting out of control and I fear he might do something. manipulative little thing. so now I sit. silent. no tv on, no music. in fact this is the first I have been typing, I was just going through emails. I guess I could go get a book and read. I hope he just falls asleep soon and I can have the rest of the evening to relax.
oh he just started on a string about how "you don't care about me."
Big hugs, msbelle. So BTDT. As much as a horror as it is having 20 & 22 yo boys, that age was way worse. It may be wrong, but I visualize the day (probably when they are 30) that they apologize for being such asses when they were younger.
It would be a whole lot easier if you didn't care.
You are a good mother. Even if he can't see it now, we do. So much love to you. And wine. Lots and lots of wine.
Oh yeah, the wine is a very good plan indeed.
I would like to read the full WSJ version
The WSJ paywall is easy to get around -- Google the article title.
Well, that doesn't sound fun for anyone, msbelle.
Aha! The Doubletree ad is saying "first, the cookie at check-in", not "first we'll cook you a chicken".
Mom was feeling up for the phone, so I got to wish her a happy 70th. The oxy made her puke, but she's comfortable with the tram and Tylenol. Talked until the tram was clearly kicking in. Dad has a paper spreadsheet of her meds. They had ipad calendar app alerts set up but the puking mixed things up, so he went to his trusty graph paper.
I'm not so sure about my dad as a cuddly nursemaid (but he'll fix your broken appliances) but he's good at data. She won't miss a dose.
She told me her csection for me was much worse than this. Alrighty. And the dr didn't check up on her then (he's been calling regularly.)
oh he just started on a string about how "you don't care about me."
"If I didn't care I'd be fine with your approach to schoolwork and the fulfilling janitorial career it will lead to."
If I try that one I get a lecture on how I am too materialistic and that my definition of a successful career has no connection to personal happiness and fulfillment. Because ya know that stuff at 22. This is the child that assures me that all he needs is to work 20 hours a week at McDonald's and he can pay rent and bills, and save for a car. I am more clever than his dad in that I do not argue that logic with him at all. There is a whole bunch of stuff you just have to figure out yourself.
Ah, parenting is such fun.
Ah, parenting is such fun.
... and this is why some of us are not parents. For I know I do NOT have the patience or self-discipline or unselfishness to be a parent.
Just took my sister out for a great birthday dinner. Although, to clarify, I didn't pick up the check, but I did make a great coconut layer cake for the occasion. Today was my day off and I got a lot done, but I didn't manage to get to Kaiser and get a flu shot. Next day off, I guess, then.
Now I am finally catching up on this week's Agents of SHIELD.
