So I was stressed. I think that picture may have been painted a little too clearly and er, sorry. Wasn’t that fun to read? The awful part is that AFTER i wrote all that? It all got worse. I mean, WAY.
Kim-16yr was here, and we really (optimistically, crazily, whatever) expected it all to go well. But it pretty much didn’t. I won’t get into it all. Still sorting it out. She’s found me to be extremely lacking in perceived mothering abilities, once again, and simply saying, “eh. Too bad. I’m actually a better mom than you’re giving me credit for, and I’m WILLING AND WANTING TO BE YOURS ” is not enough. As usual.
So. Kim-16yr and Mike left today and I went about the very serious business of breathing. De-stressing. Living. Relaxing.
This involved killing it at the gym. The free weights and machines and big inflatable balls and treadmills all cheered when I left. I had exhausted them, and they were glad to see me leave. (And I really, really hurt but it was worth it).
Then? Plucking eyebrows. I like the productive little pricks of pain, I admit it.
Then I cleaned. Even though the housekeeper came yesterday and did a great job, but still. When you need to clean, you need to clean. And the cat is still mad over the whole Nuh-UH, Larry is NOT MY BABY thing and he takes it out on the laundry room wall a couple of times a day. Which I clean. A couple of times a day. But today? Today I cleaned and then scrubbed the wall and floor with an unpeeled orange in each hand. Cats are not supposed to like oranges and this should make him stay away. Of course, I do not like oranges either, which is why we don’t have orange scented cleaners which probably would have been a whole lot easier.
So I’m on the floor, scrubbing with oranges and the cat has the nerve to come watch me. So we had a chat. Eye to eye. Since I was there. On the floor.The cat might have gotten what was left of my parenting energy/angst that I didn’t use up on Kim-16yr. But he had it coming, what with the Misbehavior With the Wall, a la Yellow. Because. Gross. Really. We discussed the rules of the house. I calmly told him there were only 3, that every member of the house has to adhere to them, and even if he was the cat, he was violating at least 2 of them and that was unacceptable.
After this mothering of the cat/cleaning of the wall, I had a lingering, close encounter with antibacterial soap and I drank a lukewarm diet coke and sat outside with Seth-4yr and his bubble blowing machine.
Doesn’t it sound like a relaxing haven over here..?! What 16 yr old girl wouldn’t love to live here? With a mom who relaxes like this, life has to be sweet, right?!