After my meeting with Stanley and all of the stress I had about it over the last few weeks, I was just exhausted on Friday and Saturday. Friday I felt like my head was going to explode. Saturday was slightly better but I was exhausted. I was happy to have the kids because I am always happy to have the kids. But damn, my 13 year-old is developing a social life and making me crazy. He wants to go places and do things with his friends on the weekends. Problem: He doesn’t drive. Problem 2: They want to do things I don’t like. Like go to a movie that I don’t necessarily want him to see. And I’m NOT a prude. Problem 3: He gives me NO prior warning. I do want him to be popular and have friends, I want him to have a fun life. He had to take the ACT (yes early, he was invited to take it through some Duke University program) and he got up Saturday morning at 7 and went without any complaint to the school where he sat for 4 hours dealing with question after question that he has not been taught. I wanted him to be able to do something fun after he had that miserable experience, but dang I want it more under my control. He and I had a ‘come to Jesus talk’ after I picked him up from the movie and I set some limits and parameters, starting with ample notice and that he must always have his cell phone charged and ready.
Then, Stanley and I rotated nest duty last night at 5.
Merlot threw a wobbly.
She did not want me to leave. I’m afraid she hurt Stanley’s feelings badly. But she didn’t give a shit. I took her in the bathroom and told her that daddy loved her and wanted to be with her and to please get a grip. She said, (she still has trouble with her r’s) “I know I need to get a gwip but sometimes when I know it I can’t get a gwip at all!”
Bless her heart.
I can never get a gwip when I need to most of all.
I am finding it so amazing to see how these kids, as different as they are individually, are just like Stanley and I. Jumping Bean makes me insane with her communication (Stanley). She texts me and gives me some horrid news (often with added dramatics (Me) like she wants to worry me a little) and then when I ask what is happening I get, “yep”, “no”, “ok”. AARGH! And The Boy, smart as a whip and very interested in science (Stanley) but also very social and verbal (both me). In Merlot I see no Stanley at all. She doesn’t have a lazy bone in her body (my mom), social, verbal, and I can tell she sees all of his limitations even at 8. I don’t talk about him at all with them, she just recognizes and doesn’t tolerate lazy well.
I am picking them up from school as usual and will stay until he gets here from work. The place is a pig pen (NOT how I left it) but he is on until Wednesday at 5, so I will ignore and see if he picks it up. I’m hoping tonight that Merlot will be okay and we won’t have a repeat of last night. This is really the first time she has lost it to that extent. It makes it so much harder when they don’t want to change over. The Boy never seems to mind but the girls do at times squeal. I can’t imagine when it comes to going to his new love nest with his girlfriend. Merlot will need medication. I plan to avoid that as long as possible.