The past week has been quite exciting, aka–really busy.
Last weekend, I had a “sleepover” at my mentor’s place because we had a local book-signing event at her city’s library. The event itself wasn’t all that exciting. It was fairly small with only a small percentage of readers interested in romance novels. (The event was open to all genres.) But…! A couple of reporters came through and I ended up on the cover of the local newspaper. Yes, it’s a small publication for a small community, but I’m ecstatic anyway.
When I got home on Sunday, I got tight hugs, and comments on how I was missed.
And at least two orders to: “never leave again!” Which is very sweet, but unfortunately, I may not be able to comply. There’s an event in Utah I’d like to go to, and possibly a signing in California. We’ll have to see.
On the Catie front, she had a wisdom tooth pulled a few days ago. As a result, she will never go back to the dentist again!
Catie here: Don’t get your wisdom teeth out; they’re fine where they are.
Yeah… it was not a fun time. She was given Vicodin, but it puts her to sleep. During the day, it’s just regular meds and some ice to keep the swelling down. Though she’s clearly uncomfortable (her face is swollen), she’s kept her misery to herself. She’s a strong one.
I, on the other hand, was just complaining to Paul about how one of my nails broke. “Honey! I can’t do manual labor. My nails just can’t take it!”
On the positive side, Catie went to the park with all three “kids” and the pups on Tuesday. (I stayed behind to write. Quiet house equals good productivity.) A great time was had by all, even T who had to put her screen away and interact with the family. They walked around, were silly, the girls danced, and Catie got some good pictures. Even the pups behaved. (They’re not always good girls. Especially the little one; Princess should have been named Napoleon.)
As for Paul, he’s just excited that our yard doesn’t look like a forgotten forest anymore. While I was chatting away with readers and other authors last weekend, the home front family was pulling weeds and cutting vines back. We can now see things we haven’t been able to see in years. Good stuff.
You’re all up to date. Isn’t our poly-life exciting? I’m sure this is what you signed up for when you decided to read our Life Love and Family–PolyAmorous Style blog.
Well, if you want to know what our biggest pain-point is right now, it’s: T
Sigh. I love that kid, I do. But her behavior is slightly less than ideal. She’s 15. And the only thing she wants to do is stare at her iPad or phone. She wants to watch YouTube videos, all day, all night. We’ve mentioned this before. It’s something we really, really don’t like. But every time we bring it up, it leads to bickering.
But hey, good parenting means that kids get pissed off sometimes, right? It is what it is.
I am not, however, a “because I said so” parent. I want my kids to understand why I do what I do, why I say what I say. I need them to understand.
Here’s the thing, I grew up with parents (mother) who told me what to do, where to go, what to say, and if I didn’t behave according to the script, I would get “disciplined.” (I’m sure you understand what that means.) As a result, there’s so much I don’t know, especially on how to communicate. Kids learn mostly by experience: you do X and Y happens. But I didn’t get a chance to have original thought when I was a young-en; I was told what to do, how to think, etc. For me, it was: do X or get slapped.
This is why it’s so important that T get out from behind the screen. She needs to learn how to think, how to interact with others, how to question everything. But I haven’t figured out how to pose this in a way that she’s able to accept. And honestly, I hate fighting with her. It’s so much easier to just let her go. (Coward, I know.)
Some of you are no doubt wondering, “Well, what are her interests?”
“Okay, but what else?”
Sigh. I wouldn’t mind it so much if she watched something useful. There are a bunch of wonderful channels that she could learn so much from. But she watches crap…
As a result, I’ve reached out to a therapist. I’m hoping that T will speak with someone (with better communication skills) who will be able to open her mind to how amazing the world around her is.
In the meantime, we just have to keep fighting with her…
Wish us luck!