Farewell to NaBloPoMo
posted in Blogging, Frustration, OmegaDad, OmegaDotter, Parenting |Remember, I didn’t participate (whew!). But bunches and bunches of my regular blogstops did, and the whole slew of them are getting practically giddy with relief now that today is the final day and they are out of Blogging Durance Vile.
As a reader, of course, this sucks, because I’ve been happily seeing 25-30 new posts every morning by some of my faves. And then 20 more as the day goes by.
But they’re giddy, I tell you! Yelling “Whoopeee!” and “Hallelujah!” and “Thank GOD that’s over with!” Dancing in the blogging streets. Setting off fireworks. Revelry.
Bah. Pooey. Pbbbbbttt to the lot of them. Harrumph.
Cast yer eyebones over to the left. The Giving Tree is gone; all my Donors Choose projects were funded, though not all the way by my readers. In its place is the Shameless Commerce Division (shamelessly cribbed from Car Talk), an experiment wherein I signed up with the BlogHer Ad Network. We shall see; I’m hoping it doesn’t end up stalling blog loading. If it does, please let me know. Goodness only knows if I’ll get a few cents per month.
I need to send you on to Almost Quintessence, BlueGrassGirl’s blog, for a particular post all about having a dead bird in the freezer. BGG is the sister of Jozet (of Halushki fame). There’s obviously a hilarity gene, and the girls have got it.
The OmegaFamily is working very hard on the concept of “frustration” and how to handle it. OmegaDad, in a fit of genius, came up with “The Attention Game”. He told the dotter all about using her “ability”, which included listening and paying attention. He tests her by giving her tasks, and if she does them, she gets a point. If she doesn’t get it right, he gets a point. They’re playing up to 30 points this weekend.
This has been prompted by the dotter’s absolute inability lately to deal with frustration, in any way, shape, or form. She melts down and goes into stubbornness mode, wherein she keeps trying to do whatever it is that is frustrating her, and is crying and keening and whining while she does it, and is generally a drama queen about it.
This frustrates me to no end, and makes me snappy and snarky. OmegaDad rode his white horse to my rescue this evening with this game. I’m hoping it actually sinks in a bit with the competitiveness aspect, because the dotter’s response to her frustration is just irritating as hell. I end up feeling like I want to run screaming into the street, far, far away. The dotter, of course, thinks I’m abandoning her, and follows no matter where I go. This makes me more uptight, and makes me want to retreat, and she gets more panicky and wants to cling, and it turns into a Spiral of Disturbance. Bleah.
I go away now and play with Etsy.
