This is what happened this week(in no particular order):
- My oldest announced that she doesn't think she wants to go to college
- She'd rather go backpacking in Europe on our dime...insert laughter here
- My youngest has turned into a whiny 2 years overnight...puberty?
- Oldest is failing English class, but says it's not her fault...insert more laughter
- Oldest has her first official boyfriend...ugh...groan...
- Youngest was at friend's house yesterday chatting with a pedophile online...wtf?
- Obviously no parental supervision at said friend's house...another wtf?
- My oldest told me she wants to go on the pill...holy shit...really?
- Said fucking pedophile posts a pic of his penis to my youngest...insert me crying
- I make out report to local sheriff's department
- I call friend's mother to get her up to date w/what is happening in HER home
- Friend's mother burst out crying and hangs up on me
I've lost my voice from talking so much this week with my children.
I haven't cried this much in quite some time, I'm exhausted.
The only positive thing I can grasp at this week, is that my children come and talk to me. My youngest Monkey came straight home to tell me what happened...and my oldest Monkey came to me about making an appointment for her with my OB/GYN.
Ugh...parenting sucks a lot of the time.
Thank god I believe in therapy, cause I couldn't do this by myself.
1 comment:
Hey, Girlfriend so sorry you're having the parenting week from hell. :(
I think you hit on the important thing here. They are talking to you - TALKING to you, which not every parent can say. You know what's going on in their lives, minds and bodies, because they actually trust you to be there for them, no matter what. That, my Dear, is huge. And that says a lot about the kind of excellent mom you are.
Because they trust you and talk to you, you can still protect them. Okay, not from everyting, but from STDs and pregnancy, and from other kids' poor parents and from pedophiles. And as hard as that is, they still look to you, and need your help and momma's care, even if it isn't what you'd rather help with, like choosing colleges or kicking boyfriend butt. You should give yourself huge kudos for that - it is a credit to you that the come to you, that they still really talk to you. And, damn, MG, not all mommas get to have that experience.
But momma to momma, I hear ya, and you are more than welcome to bitch and moan anytime. 'Cause, honestly? I'd be freaking out as hard as you are. Mine just aren't that big yet. It's the hardest thing we ever do, raining tiny people into big ones, and we are always second guessing ourselves. But, Sistah, you are handling it all far better than you will probably ever know, and I can only hope that when I get to that point, I handle it all as well as you.
Do something nice for yourself today. You sure as Hell deserve it. Take care, Girl. And know you're doing right by your kids.
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