Heh. Every year, I try it, and every year something happens to keep me from posting one day. Usually it’s much later in the month, but this year’s NaBloPoMo-interruptus came barely a third of the way into the month.
Nonetheless, I think I will try posting all the remaining days of the month.
What happened? Well, there was an Epic Scene with the dotter. OmegaDad threatened her with being taken off the gymnastics team. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. And shouting. And OmegaDad—that gentle, kind, thoughtful man—lost it to the point where he stormed out of the house.
Usually, that part of the scenes is mine. Or at least, I try for it, but am not allowed to by the dotter. In this case, it was more important for her to be screaming at me and trying to wrench the phone out of my hands as I called the gymnastics facility…
Anyway, she and I ended up snuggled up in the big chair in the living room while I talked with Ling and MeiMei (her Chinese dolls) about what OmegaDotter had done and why Big Scenes are happening more and more frequently and blah de blah de blah. The end result: she fell asleep in my lap. And then we woke up later, and I moved us into our bedroom, and we fell back asleep. Somewhere in there, OmegaDad returned. I slept until 8:30 a.m. The scene was at 4 p.m.
This morning we had a Come To Jesus meeting with the dotter.
She spent the entire morning cleaning—not at our behest, mind you; this is one of her ways of dealing with stress and (silently) apologizing. So we got rid of all the garbage in the living and dining rooms, and in the garage, and we swept and reorganized and she vacuumed the downstairs and the stairs and cleaned the catbox and and and…
Note to all who do not have children yet: Raising children can be extremely hard.
And then this evening I had word that a loved one is in the ICU and probably going to die in the next few days.
Did I mention that this has been a shitty year? Oh, yeah.