Category Archives: parenting adult children

What I talk about with my grown daughters

I was talking to my girls today about how I was raised a white American princess. Except we didn’t have money. It was kind of a mind set. I don’t think my mother intended to raise me that way but that was the outcome.
One of the aspects of being said princess is that the men in our lives are supposed to take care of us and basically worship us. ( not the kind of man I married. Obviously.) And we need to have such men in our lives.
To which my daughters replied
The 22 year old: I don’t need a man except to string along for sex. Sorry mom but you raised whores.
The 30 year old: I’m not a whore… Any more. I’m a recovering whore.

It was funny. At least at the time.

Those things being said. I did not raise them to be whores ( in this case meaning sexually promiscuous ) I actually advocated waiting for sex till marriage. They didn’t listen. Surprise surprise. I’ll blame it on the media. Yeah that sounds good.


My life and welcome to it. or should I say you can have it.

I thought I would tell you about the tenor of my home at this time. 

first of all there are three adult women living here.  That in and of its self can be trouble, but add-on the fact that all three of us are suffering from some degree of depression.
 I am 51 years old and still for the most part pre-menopausal I have had recent health issues with iron levels and complications from procedures that I had done. I am very depressed and am not the same person I was four years ago.
My oldest daughter just turned 30. She started school full-time in January so she does not have a job. She has health issues as well. Her thyroid levels were very high but she seems to be feeling better since she finally began taking her medication. She is the single mother of my four-year old grandson. She is also depressed and sees a counselor twice a month. She is the type of person who can’t stand to see someone else happy when she is not. When she is in a bad mood it is best to just get out of her way. She feels she is always helping everyone else and no one helps her. She was always her dad’s favorite and has used that to get her way on many occasions. She has at times gotten between my husband and me.
My youngest child and daughter is 22. At the moment she works two jobs, both a large retail chains. Both don’t offer enough hours or enough pay. She would like to start school but seems to be very afraid. She has a boyfriend who loves her dearly. I don’t think she loves him the way he loves her. She drinks too much. I believe she abuses alcohol as an escape from life. I wouldn’t say she is a full-blown alcoholic yet, but if things don’t change that seems to be the path she is on. She has begun seeing a counselor twice a month as well. They are working on her self-esteem. Her physical health seems to be well with the exception of some yet to diagnosed seasonal allergies. She is very angry at her father. He has been away working for the better part of her life. He also is harder on her about her life choices or lack there of. The older she gets, however, the more of him I see in her, and it isn’t his better qualities.
Also living here is my 4-year-old grandson. Believe it or not he is also seeing a counselor, once a week. He has anger issues, I’m not sure if he has a definite diagnosis or not. He has a hard time listening when he really wants to do something. He is also the biggest sweetheart, and has a lot of love. He is very intelligent which can get him in trouble. He goes to preschool through the head start program and we get behavior reports on him almost daily. He attends an anger management play group which he loves to go to. He almost never sees his dad which has contributed to his anger. In reality I co-parent him with his mother, but I am not sure she would like to admit to that. I stay out of her parenting of him when she is home though. part of my effort not to feel responsible for everyone and everything.
Then there are the animals.
I have two dogs. I used to spend a great deal of time investing in my dogs training and care. Then came D-day and the following depression. the dogs have suffered I am sorry to say. My male dog, although he is neutered, will pee on boxes and bags and sometimes furniture. He also likes to poop in my office. They both like to get into the trash and distribute it all over the kitchen. They both like to eat underwear and sometimes the crotch of a pair of pants. When let loose in the house (they are house dogs) they scavenge for food, knowing they will find it since no one takes their plates to the kitchen when they are finished with them.
The two cats that reside here belong to my son, who now lives tow hours away. They have been here for about three years. They are actually not too much of a bother except for the fact that they need fed and the litter box needs cleaning. both of which I tend to neglect most of the time. the boy cat who is also neutered, is always going outside even though we do not really want him to. The female hasn’t been a very friendly cat, but she is coming around after all these years. My son is planning on moving them with him but I am not sure when. Today the male actually caught two small mice in the house, that was a good thing.
the last inhabitant of the house is my bird,two weeks ago I had two birds, but one of them met an untimely death at the hands of the grandson, one of the dogs may have been involved as well. At any rate I have one bird, a cocatiel. she creates a big mess around her cage and I am not that good at keeping it clean either. It is sad to me that my animals have always been good companions to me, at this time in my life they are only something else I am responsible for. I am ashamed of this.

This is all I have to deal with on a daily basis. Alone. The husband when included, will simply hang up the phone if he doesn’t want to deal with it, of course if he chooses to become involved he tells us all, how badly we handle things, and how he can’t take the chaos, and why would he want to come home to this. Maybe it should be for the same reason I am still here, they are my family! It is crazy. It is my life.  


Let no good deed….

20130329-201900.jpg
If the picture actually posted it is my oldest daughters birthday cake for the big party she is having that she had decided not to have. And then decided to have it. She hates the cake. I actually hate the cake too.
I have always made cakes for my families birthdays ALWAYS.
This year I told them I was going to buy them. Then this party came up and it is a milestone birthday. At first I was going to get the cake decorating instructor to make it. But she was going out of town. So I made the cake. Of course she couldn’t let me just do it. She had to help. She wants things the way SHE wants them. A good example of let no good deed go unpunished
I need a drink.


One shinning spot.

The 26 almost 27 year old moved out of town today.
Bittersweet for me. I am so happy for the opportunity he has taken advantage of to move into an area where he can advance in his career. He will do well. I am proud of him
I am sad I won’t get to see him as much. He didn’t live with me. And is quite self sufficient for the most part. It was nice when he came over and spent time with me. It was nice when he did little jobs to help me out.
At least he is only two hours away. Close enough to go for a visit just for the day or the weekend. And close enough for him to get home once in a while too.
He is my shinning spot in this crazy life I live. At least he is now!


Ashamed

I had a horrible fight with both of my daughters today.

They really know how to hit below the belt.

They need to go. I need to make them go.

I wish I could find the strength to make people stop treating me like second class shit.

I feel weak and hopeless.

And I am getting absolutely nothing done. I am in a hole unable to dig myself out. I’m ashamed.


Home from the hospital

I have been discharged from the hospital.
That is a good thing right?
I am glad to be home except for the mess that was here when I went in and is still here only bigger now.
I don’t have to work till Thursday so hopefully I can get some things done.
First on my list is to make all of my follow up appointments.
I still need to have a endoscopy. And a colonoscopy.
Then I have to see all the drs I saw in the hospital.
I will still be watching the grandson every day.
It is good to be home. I think.


Making a plan is useless around here.

I’m out with my youngest for her friends birthday.
I always think I want to go and then I get there and wonder what I’m doing here.
There is karaoke so I could sing. And sometimes I do but I don’t feel like it tonight.
Probably because the oldest daughter is now in a mood cause she didn’t get done what she wanted to and now doesn’t have time to go out herself.
Some how some way every time I decide to go out some one puts a damper on it.
I had plans to get a lot of things done this weekend too. I got nothing done as well. We spent all of today baking and decorating the cake for my daughters friend.
I will be going home soon. Then maybe the oldest will get to do whatever it is she wants to do