This entire week’s been a trial. Last night while taking my bath I realized that I’ve not knitted a durned stitch. Not one. The reason this matters isn’t due to an overwhelming desire to finish something. The repetitive motion and tangible product at the end are soothing. Today I intend on spending my lunch time locked in a deserted classroom with a sock, sweater… heck anything, maybe even a Willie Warmer. Okay, so that might not be an appropriate choice.
My eldest child isn’t “speaking” to me right now. In the pre-teen world that means that she doesn’t hold conversations or reply to my queries, however she’s not above asking where socks, etc. are. The shunning stems from my refusal to let her spend the night at a friend’s house. Her arguments for going are that she just earned straight A’s for the second tri-mester in a row, she’s been trying not to fight with her sisters, the girl is really nice and she’s 12 years old. My argument against it is that I’ve not met the friend or her family. She can add the atrocity of my refusal to the laundry list of reasons she’ll need therapy. Of course she’ll have to write the list on paper because she doesn’t have a cell phone to take and store text message notes on … another strike against mom. We offered to drive her to the home for a “playdate” that didn’t involve spending the night. We offered to let the girl accompany us to the movies (to celebrate A1’s grades). A1 was still miffed, but finally she agreed to extend the offers. The funny thing is, when she called up with these suggestions to the new friend, the answer was, “My parents said they need to meet your family first.” Score one for the mean moms of the world! That’s a bonus point for the new family right there.
My youngest has a field trip today. Last night the district nurse called to inquire about whether or not A3 had medication and/or would be taking medication for the trip. What? Apparently the call stemmed from a concern because there was one day this week that she didn’t get her meds. (long involved story regarding HMO Hell). Now A3 is worried that she’ll get in trouble on the field trip by accidentally breaking something, etc. She stayed up worrying half of the night. If I could have taken the day off and gone with them I would have. I need to send a note to her teacher. Hopefully the chaperone in A3’s group will be willing to let A3 hold her hand, etc. This mom gig is kicking my arse.
Hope you all have a great Friday!