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

[sallye.livejournal.com]

oh man, I remember my kids' teenage years. ::shudders:: I was afraid we'd all perish! I mean, why couldn't they just stay in their rooms and listen to good old Beatles music instead of that nasty heavy metal? But we all made it through those turbulent years, and now my oldest has three boys, the oldest will be 12 on his next birthday. I love telling him payback's a bitch. :-) So hang in there - it'll all come out in the wash.

[shiredancer.livejournal.com]

Ah, thanks, Sallye! You make me feel better. Yeah, I have to learn to ride it out. It's still in the beginning stages *shudder* so I'm still learning to adjust. I'm being quite a wuss about it, too. Gotta toughen up, here!

I love your icon! It's funny, shortly after I posted this I went out on an errand and "Let It Be" came on the radio -- it went a long way toward pulling me out of my funk. Why *don't* they listen to the Beatles? Don't they know good music when they hear it??? LOL!