fresh hell

[serene]

What a fucking day. I would say I want a do-over, but I don't have the energy to do this one over.

Tomorrow, no one's allowed to call me to break up their arguments. No one's allowed to suspect they've had a heart attack. No one's allowed to tell me no, or be mean to me in any way. Is. That. Understood?



It began when my mother called to cry on me at 8am because she was getting ready to tell Munchkin The Elder that since he's skipped school two days in a row and is not doing what he needs to do, he needs to move out. (He's eighteen.) I basically told her she had every right to draw her boundaries where she drew them, and that if I were in her situation, I'd give him a move-out date of a month or so in the future, then see if he took it as a wakeup call. She liked that idea.

Then I spent a fair amount of time talking to *him*, explaining that my mother has no obligation to be his unpaid maid and sugar momma while he plays video games all day, skips school, and doesn't help around the house. I also painted a picture for him of how good he has it, and how much more annoying sleeping on a park bench can be than having to get up and go to school in the morning.

Back on the phone with mom after she gave him the ultimatum.

Back on the phone with the Munchkin to give him a pep talk.

Back on the phone with mom -- they're working it out and he's going to try harder and go to school. And oh, by the way, she thinks she had a mini heart attack yesterday. MOM!!! Call the doctor. Go to the doctor.

"Well, I am a little worried, or I wouldn't have mentioned it."

someotherguy took video of me wagging my finger at her, and we sent it to her cellphone.

She saw a doctor at 6pm, and she's fine. EKG clean, come back if it happens again.

Oh, and two out of three neighbors think renting their storage room to me for wtfpotatoes is a great idea; the third one doesn't want to give up his storage space. His prerogative, and they're going to meet about it again on Thursday, but it's not looking good.

And the replacement roomba isn't here yet. Ditto the batteries for someotherguy's birthday blimp.

And I'm cranky.

Which beats teary and defeated, which is how I was a few hours ago, right?

Anyway. I would say I'm done whining, but I'm SO not. Still, I'll go do the rest of my whining out of your eyesight for a while.

Comments

*HUGS*

[tracytreefrog.livejournal.com]

SO glad I didn't call and add to your bad day.

Re: *HUGS*

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweetie, it would have been fine. I love trying to figure that kind of stuff out. Feel free to call any time. Or don't, whatever works for you. *hughughug*

Re: *HUGS*

[tracytreefrog.livejournal.com]

I got more test results in today not liking what I read

[gramina.livejournal.com]

*just quiet hugs*

[mamagotcha.livejournal.com]

You did good. Thanks for being such a wonderful advocate for your family... those kids will be in so much better shape because they had a competent, caring adult in their corner.

[lcohen]

*hugs*

it sounds like you did great--i'm sorry it was so hard.

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[wild-irises.livejournal.com]

Here's wishing for a super-good day tomorrow.

[tesseract26.livejournal.com]

omg! that's no way to start a day. jeez. here's hoping tomorrow is stress-free and full of loveliness.

[cerulean-me.livejournal.com]

Your day sucked almost as much as mine. *hugs*

Let's home tomorrow is made of win.

[wordweaverlynn.livejournal.com]

Yargh. Just one of those things would cast a gloom over a decent day.

Let's hope tomorrow will be bright and shiny.

[redandfiery.livejournal.com]

"Well, I am a little worried, or I wouldn't have mentioned it."

Mind you don't roll your eyes too hard, hun, you'll strain a muscle. Why do parents do this? I had a similar thing with my Dad last year - he had a motorbike accident (drunk pedestrian jaywalking), which sparked a minor heart attack. It was over before the ambulance arrived, and he decided not to tell the medics about it "in case they tried to stop him flying to Australia the month after". There is not enough YOU WHAT?? in the world.

*hugs you*

[loracs.livejournal.com]

You're doing a great job. Now, it is time for everyone and the universe to declare a Stress-Be-Gone break for you. It is to last as long as you wish it to. This is just your standard fairy tale loop-hole; wouldn't want you to be bored to death, if life became utterly calm and peaceful! 8-)
*Hugs*

[ailbhe]

Sheesh. Better day today, I hope.

[elissaann.livejournal.com]

Your mother sounds awesome. (You already know I think you are!) I hope that both of your days are better today.

[redbird]

At least it's another day, and as you say, everyone is basically okay here.

[epi-lj.livejournal.com]

*big huge hugs, if desired*

[vito-excalibur.livejournal.com]

You are clearly not defeated at all. And your family is very lucky to have you. Crank on as long as you feel like it, sister!

[darklily1.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...maybe you can come up with some extra incentive for the neighbor that doesn't want to give up his storage space. Fresh baked cookies or muffins or a car wash or help cleaning something....something that he wants/needs but doesn't have time for.

Oh...and I'm jealous of your Roomba :P I don't think I'll be able to get one for several years yet: 1) my munchkins still leave lots of little toys around that could get sucked up and 2) the only thing my cat from hell fears is the vaccuum cleaner....she growls when she sees it (instead of growling and then tearing it apart).

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Yes, I was thinking this morning that maybe I'd offer to pay for a storage unit for him. And yeah, the roomba is fun and great, but it has its own Advance Team to clear the way for it. (Not complaining; someotherguy does the Advance-Team work.)

[tiger-spot.livejournal.com]

Whew, what a day. ::hugs::

[pipyn.livejournal.com]

"Well, I am a little worried, or I wouldn't have mentioned it."

It's little gems like this that make me believe everyone actually has the same mother.