Quick update!

[shiredancer]

I *am* alive and well, though my moods are so widely variable that it's sometimes hard to tell. The Fall quarter began on Thursday and that makes my work life so busy, busy, busy. I was a pirate wench at the Lake Casitas Pirate Festival last weekend, flirting like crazy (right next to my patient husband!) with all the handsome, sexy, roguish, rakish pirate men walking around. That was a good day with Kidlet... she and her friend were having a ball being as wenchy as they could, little vixens. I sent them off with proper cautions and I think they learned a bit about rebuffing unwanted advances. Once I hovered near when I overheard some guy trying his best to engage them in bawdy conversation, signalling "Do you need a rescue?" as clearly as I could, but was waved away. Then as I departed she called out "Bye Mom!" so that the pervy guy was nonplussed and then tried to play it up to mom. Kidlet and friend giggled wildly over that exploit. *Shakes head*

Otherwise, though, I'm still not adapting well to the teenage crisis. There are some good days like above, and lots of bad, completely shut away, uncommunicative days. How many hours can she stay locked in her room watching Buffy and Angel? Indefinitely, apparently. Everybody I know tells me it will pass, it's the age, it's a phase. My own mind says I've failed utterly and have lost her completely, that the biggest mistakes I ever made were coming on line four years ago and buying her that damn DVD player/TV for her room last year. Two nights ago I teasingly told her I didn't like this growing up stuff, and when were we going to play a game together again? And she replied that I had my chance but I turned away when I started doing nothing but playing on my computer, and now it's too late. OUCH.

And so it goes. Been falling asleep early, wanting to hide in fics while wanting to hurl the laptop across the room, and crawling in bed with the cats whenever it gets too much. Swinging from deeply depressed to a rebound back to my optimistic, this *will* get better, self. Getting dizzy from the swinging.

Sorry, not my usual fare here. *Sigh* Better next time, I hope!

Comments

[bodhifox.livejournal.com]

Well dear, coming from the dad part of it, with an 18 year old who is currently going over *asshole bridge*, who told me I was a fool for having yet another child with Sparky, (which is bullshit because she is a stellar example of a child), who won't give me the time of day, I have to tell you I feel your pain. Realy, I do.

As far as the blaming you. Don't buy it. It's a test and a trick and maybe she feels it but realy this all comes from her choices. If I didn't have the Princelings right now, Eldest's garbage would be hitting me worse. All I can do is check in, and not shut him out if he comes to his senses. You can't chase her down. Just be yourself. You have to live your life too, just keep the door open.

*hugs*

[shiredancer.livejournal.com]

Hey, Bodhi! Sorry for the delayed response... hugely busy on both the work and the home fronts this week *sigh*. Five things going on for Kidlet just today!

Thanks for your supportive and understanding words. I'm sorry to hear that's how it is with Eldest -- I suspect he will come around in time. Not from experience, of course, but that is what I hear from other parents. Yep, we have to sort of abide through all of this, and keep the door open, and especially keep the lines of communication open. It's a bit of a hard abiding, though, isn't it?

*Hugs* back -- you hang in there, and I will too.