Friday, January 8, 2010

Bitch Fest Friday

Cause I'm that kinda girl.

As for me... this week has actually been an awesome week.  For some reason (cosmic I'm sure) one baby never showed up this week.  The other one I said I couldn't watch.  Leaving me with the mean mom (but half time half time schedule and awesome baby) and the once a week toddler.  It's perfect.  I'll be keeping them until our situation changes.  It's enough money to pay for groceries and that's not nothin'.  

Mr F sold his car, but for some reason (cosmic I'm sure) the buyer never came to get it.  Which is good... because... he needs his car.  And, now, when/if we move he can re-list it at a higher price and just sell it like a normal person.  No more hate mail (I hope).

Plus I got my haircut this week and it looks fantastic.  Usually I walk out of there and look like I just escaped a prison camp for a couple of days until it grows into itself.  Don't get me wrong, she's a good hair cutter, but dude... she is not a good stylist.  

In other awesomeness today is a snow day. This time I took the snow warning seriously and went to the grocery store. My new snow storm motto is:  "It's better to be prepared than to have No power, No heat, and No brownie bars".  

It also means I don't have to babysit and I can spend the day slowly putting away our Christmas decorations and trying to untangle lights and ribbon off our petrified tree.  Fun!

Oh and today is the final interview.  Just sayin'

Okay enough of that positive stuff.  And back to the bitching!

Have at it.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

You And Me Both

Yesterday when I was helping get Baby dressed, I paused before putting her diaper on and said...

"Do you want to wear no diaper today and use the potty?" I ask.

"No, I don't want to do that."  Baby says.

"Why not?  Big kids do it." I say.

"I'm not a big kid... I'm a big girl." Baby clarifies.

"Sissy uses the potty and she's a big girl."  I explain.

"I'm not going to do that."  Baby replies.

"Why not?"  I ask again.

exasperated Baby looks at me with disgust and says...

"I just want to stay the way I am right now!"

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Insides

Within a short couple of years, the years of my late teens and very early twenties, things were very difficult on both of my home fronts (my mother's and father's).  

At a time when most young people are experimenting with their independence and trying on their *real* self, I was processing feelings of shame, disappointment, grief and abandonment.

I love my parents and have worked very hard to overcome some of the damaging things that they have done.

Neither one of them is malicious.  But they were both selfish parents.  That is the real truth. And whether they meant to or not they put their personal needs over the needs of their children.

I have forgiven them, but the truth is you do not ever forget the things that have been done (or not done) and the things that have been said (and not said).  And somethings run so deep that they have altered your makeup... for the worse... and maybe forever.

Recently I received a very nice message from a relative.  And that message brought up a lot of feelings I have about myself.  I try to be a good person.  I try to do the right thing for everyone. I want people to like me and will often sacrifice my own happiness and well being to place myself in their good favor.  I do it because, of course, I don't believe that the real me is lovable, or beautiful, or deserving of much but back handed praise.

And so I surround myself with people who are rejecting. 

Even Mr F who most certainly does love me, has passive tendencies... that... feel... exactly... like... rejection.  

Remember my life long best friend?  Yes, there was a reason she was in my life... and now... isn't.

Listen, I know I'm not alone.  I know a lot of people (maybe most) share this secret.  That it is a secret passed down from generation to generation like a latent gene.  

When your parents have said...

"I'd be proud of you if there was anything to be proud of."


"If you make me choose, I'll have to chose you."

It affects you.  

Because I wasn't just a not-bad kid.  

When you are a good person, who has never done anything to cause any trouble (ever), and you are still not enough.  When your parent sees no merit in your being.  When your parent doesn't want to chose you... but will... if they have to.... it affects you.  

And those are just the spoken injuries that most certainly come to fill in the places kept warm by years of unspoken ones.

And so I am a different kind of parent.  A kind that neither of my parents can recognize with praise (at least out loud).  

You can't always know what is going on in the minds of other people.  There are hurts and injuries there and reasons of their own.  But I cannot fathom the day that I would not be pleased, and proud, and joyfully happy to be the parent of my girls.  A day when my love became not unconditional but conditional.  A day when my own injuries would trump those inflicted on my children.

That day is never going to happen.

My parents have made me someone incapable of it.

And for that I am thankful.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I Told You So

"This has really accentuated all your faults."  Mrs F says this morning.

"Thanks."  Mr F remarks sarcastically.

He pauses then continues...

"I know.  For me too." He adds regrettably. 

Monday, January 4, 2010

This Week The Plan

Wow remember those posts?! Yeah... I'm bringing it back, which is probably the best indicator of how much more in control I'm feeling.

I'll be back with the plan.

First, I'm resting on the couch watching Little Women (a version I've never seen before... but is there a bad one?!), and refilling tea party necessities.

Which brings us to 2010 New Year's Resolution #2...

More Tea Parties
(I'm absolutely serious)


Sunday - Shepherd's pie

Monday- pan seared pork chops, steamed broc & carrots, frozen pepper & potato mix

Tuesday- Spaghetti pie (ala Cook's Country), broccoli 

Wednesday- Salmon, rice pilaf, vegetable saute

Thursday- Beef Stroganoff (from freezer), egg noodles, peas

Friday- Pizza, salad, carrot sticks

Saturday- Quesadillas and pineapple salsa

To not eat like a pig.

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