Knickers In a Twist
I have a heap of posts rattling around in my head, but I just can't get organized enough to do them. We've been back for two weeks now, and let's face it the first week was a write off. I went to work on that first Monday but by Thursday I had to ask my co-workers what exactly I had done on Monday because I just didn't remember. Fortunately I was smart enough not to do anything particularly taxing or needing a lot of thought. The rest of that week at work was simply terrible, but that's a story for another time - see my first sentence.
No, the crux of my problem is Miss Thing. I won't go into detail because I'm just too conflicted over the whole thing to lay it out rationally, but the meat of the matter is she leaves Monday for an open-ended trip to the US. She is going to live with Uncle Gabe (that's my brother for those who are new around here) and Mrs. Gabe to... well I'm not really sure. Get her head on straight. Go to school. Pursue new opportunities. Sort her life out. Reach for the stars. Pick an explanation because I've heard them all since this plan was first put forth by Miss Thing in April.
I was originally all for this plan. Girl needs to do something as she hasn't budged since she graduated from high school nearly two years ago. But things came to my attention last weekend that changed by whole perspective and now? I'm moody. Angry. Frustrated. Bitchy. Impatient. Distracted. I can't get organized. I'm wandering about my toy-strewn house and can't focus on picking up more than a couple of things before I'm off doing something else. It's been getting worse all week to the point where the tiniest thing makes me want to scream. I can usually let things go but I'm having a tough time with this one.
I think it's time to take some advice I got from a magnet I picked up in New Mexico:
Put On Your Big Girl Panties and Deal With ItNow if I can just figure out how to get them on over my fat ass, I'll be good again.
4 Witty Remarks:
Whatever it is, take a big deep breath. Let it out. Repeat as necessary. Also, if you bought any Reece's peanut butter cups while you were traveling, now might be a good time to dip into your supply.
I don't know Miss Thing, but she's your daughter and you raised her, therefore, I know you've laid a good foundation throughout her life. Whatever she's going through now, I'm sure she'll come through just fine on the other end.
Good luck.
I have been back for almost a fortnight and I know exactly what you mean about walking over toy strewn floors etc. Traveling takes a lot out of you and I couldn't imagine trying to go back to work so soon afterwards! To top it all off, you obviously have family issues to deal with. My goodness.....no wonder you are feeling the way you are! I'd don't think I'd cope at all! Hang in there and eat lots of chocolate. Too bad about the ass...sometimes you just have to say...what the hell!
Try not to feel guilty if you are worried that things don't work out for your daughter over in the States. She's a big girl now, so her mistakes are her mistakes. (And maybe she'll succeed there too...)
Maybe you'll feel more relaxed when the situation is 'out of sight, out of mind'.
Watching your kids floundering is the toughest thing a parent has to do. But Gabe is a good guy and maybe he'll be able to provide the influence Miss Thing needs.
As for the toy strewn house, just accept it. With kids mess is normal.
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