busy
We've been cooking and parading and eating and drinking - and dealing with Oldest, who is not doing especially well. Sadly, when he is not doing especially well, he becomes confrontational and cruel.
But. Enough of that - I'm speaking with his physician today and I'm hopeful that he will be helpful.
We've had K's famous 10 hour pulled pork - delectable!
I had my gin and tonics - refreshing!
And both boys marched in the local parade - a first...

A Young pirate. On a swing. At his grandmother's for a barbecue.
He played with his little cousin the whole entire day and delighted all of us.

A new beer. De-lish.
Discovered during an extended conversation with our friend W who brought a couple of mixed six packs for us to taste.
I had, earlier in the week, expressed my dissatisfaction with our present beer and W had some fabulous suggestions to replace it.

Middle played well in the blazing heat and his wool uniform.
And his Dinkles still fit - which was lucky.
And look!

The Masked Middle School Marchers.
Youngest played well and was nice enough to wave to me.
I was heartened to see that he was not the shortest member of the band. Close though.
It's laundry and ironing for me today.
I've had a little too much long weekend.
But. Enough of that - I'm speaking with his physician today and I'm hopeful that he will be helpful.
We've had K's famous 10 hour pulled pork - delectable!
I had my gin and tonics - refreshing!
And both boys marched in the local parade - a first...
A Young pirate. On a swing. At his grandmother's for a barbecue.
He played with his little cousin the whole entire day and delighted all of us.
A new beer. De-lish.
Discovered during an extended conversation with our friend W who brought a couple of mixed six packs for us to taste.
I had, earlier in the week, expressed my dissatisfaction with our present beer and W had some fabulous suggestions to replace it.
Middle played well in the blazing heat and his wool uniform.
And his Dinkles still fit - which was lucky.
And look!
The Masked Middle School Marchers.
Youngest played well and was nice enough to wave to me.
I was heartened to see that he was not the shortest member of the band. Close though.
It's laundry and ironing for me today.
I've had a little too much long weekend.
Comments
What is that disclaimer down below all about?
And too much long weekend? TELL ME ABOUT IT.
I'm with saorise...the Blue Moon has hooked me with the label. And oranges? With beer? I'm off to the liquor store. Well, later I will be.
Every situation is different, but, I think with my kid, it's that he often feels "safest" letting it out on me, becuase, in our case, I've been "the rock" (not to be confused with the pro-wrestler, turned actor guy) throughout his life. Anyone that knows him, knows him only as a very friendly, upbeat, charming kid. Which he is 99.9% of the time. I've got to think, though, that with his Dad completely out of the picture (various addictions and disabilities involved), although he SAYS it doesn't bother him, it HAS to. And, sometimes, albeit rerely, it comes all expressed towards ME sparked by something totally inane and trivial, yet resulting in an apocolyptic explosion the likes of which you can't (or maybe can) imagine. (Or, who knows, maybe I really am a know-it-all, always have to be right, pain in the a**?? Nah, impossible!!)
blackbirdintuvalu@mac.com
When you've described Oldest a bit in the past, I've thought "Gosh, that sounds like my niece!" Sadly, they are really a lot alike. She has not found a place in this world, and is desperately unhappy. And is always a 'victim', somehow.
So, no words of advice, just big soft hugs for both of your sadness.
My daughter was an amiable child, not unintelligent, but one of those easy kids to get along with. Even as she grew up, she was happy. I wondered if she had really been happy, and she told me, "yes, I was; I loved my life" and I could tell she wasn't lying to make me feel good about my mothering skills, such as they were or weren't.
Her son, her little Eldest,L, he's already showing a stubborn side, an angry side. Lord, he's beautiful, a really Nordic looking child (taking after my mother who was Swedish)but he's got issues, says Daughter.
I'm not so sure about that, but what do I know. About raising boys. She asks. I wince.
She says he was born angry; I think he was born complicated. And sensitive, too sensitive for his own good.
When he gets just a bit older, I suspect he will be the one who goes after Daughter with verbal attacks, the likes of which some of you are describing.
I'm sorry you had these confrontations, I truly am.
Long weekends are not something I look forward to, since they usually result in something like what you describe, between someone and someone.
Too much time, too much togetherness.
Hope you who need it can find some solitude and tranquility today.
WHAT disclaimer and WHERE?
maybe I had too much long weekend after all, because I can't find it.
pbb
As Saoirse says, I think mine is that way with me because he knows I won't turn away and he is safe with me (even though I'd like to scream).
Hey, if you like that beer, you should come here! All we have is micro-brewery stuff in the store and bars. I even have some Bluemoon in my fridge, although I myself am working my way through the different lambics. We have a Brewgrass Festival every year here in town. Fun for the whole gang!
I am thrilled the damn weekend is over here, except next weekend is going to be dreadful as well.
I am glad you got to relax a bit and watch the two musicians. I think i picked out Youngest by his hair....is that possible?
But all my good vibes are for you. And Middle and Youngest who look fantastic, as usual.
Would love to try that beer...
The interesting thing is that his father also had a problem with tantrums as a child. I think that with intelligent children they can sometimes be unable to reconcile the difference between what they aspire to and what they are able to achieve and the only way they can express the frustration is physically - sometimes against themselves and sometimes against the people they love the most.
Hang on in there bb
Alice
I have no advice to offer with child as mine is 12 weeks old and his tantrums consists of the cutest cry.
Hope your week turns out well.
I'm guessing that means I have at least a year of tantrums ahead of me?
you aren't my stalker -
my stalker is an insane yoga teacher who lives here in my town and has a messed up life and has decided to lash out at anyone who doesn't ...
fear not.
Hugs to you mine sweet, as you deal with Oldest.
Bet you're tired and ready for some down time. Love the photos.