A worthy quote:
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.-Desmond Tutu, clergyman (b. 1931)
There has been some discussion in the previous post about the term "bug ugly." I chose it for this application because I am intrigued by its assonance. Sometimes the term "butt ugly" is more appropriate, and there are other adjectival phrases concerning the designation "ugly" that one uses from time to time. In the case of this unfortunate vehicle, "bug ugly" seemed to be apt.
We had a terrible hormone storm last evening. The darling Diva, age 10, is starting to fall under the influence of puberty. The poor child (or rather, her poor parents) suffered utter despair because her daddy wouldn't help her bake a chocolate cake. Then she discovered a bag of her old dress-up play clothes I was throwing away and tried to sneak them back in the house. I saw her and directed her back outside with them. The world just about came to a stand-still. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. It matters not that she didn't take care of the dresses, left them on the floor to be stepped on or shoved under a bed. No, because "Light gave them to meee^eeee^ee." (^ = that sob-hiccup thing) When talking to Light later, she informed me that she'd already taken the dresses away from Diva for the exact same reason. I'm sure Diva remembers it quite differently. Throughout the evening much drama was endured by all. Superman let her fix a cherry cobbler he had planned to make for dessert, and that lifted her spirits considerably.
I am not looking forward to the next 6-8 years. At. All.
Coming soon, really, book six in my brief (HA!) history. I had a limited period of peace and quiet yesterday morning to either work on the history or check my blogs. I knew I'd have less restricted time later in the evening to do more. I chose to check blogs in the morning. The drama here last evening prevented any kind of contemplation (aside from infanticide) necessary to work on the history. So here we are, updateless.
Moving Along, but Adrift
11 years ago
12 comments:
I do not envy you having to deal with children going through puberty. My hat is off to you for your patience and will! Diva will learn real soon! And I love that "^". :-)
I'm reading darling, I'm just so rushed that I can't always come up with something clever to comment. Just wanted you to know i'm here.
Oh, the throws of puberty and childhood. And then, worse yet, ADULTHOOD! And mid-life. And "the change." Yikes!
While Diva was wailing and gnashing, did she also rend her garments? Sounds like a tantrum of Old Testament proportions.
My 16-yr-old Buckaroo is a world-class whiner. But I don't speak Whinese. Years ago I got fed up with his complaints the second the dinner plate was placed in front of him. I whipped the plate away and told him dinner was over. Took two more times before he caught on. No more complaints—about dinner, anyway. Now it's about living with such awful parents.
This too shall pass...but not soon enough.
Where's the chocolate?
God- where is cryogenic stasis when you need it??
Oh, and I think you should tell her that periods are no excuse for temper tantrums... until you're 30.
I became incarnated right at puberty. Bleeech. Gimme some warning in my next life, ok?! Hee hee!
Oh... for "bug ugly"... Actually, I think most bugs are pretty. I like butterflies, dragonflies, cicadas, and most colorful flying insects. Big beetles are cool. So are grasshoppers, praying manti. the list goes on and on :)
You didn't get around to posting book 6 YET?
But Jaaavaaa^aaa^aaa!
I so agree with that quote. I've been hearing that rhetoric for 7 months. Where do you come up with these great quotes you find?
all i can say is that i'm glad boy is a boy. i don't think i could handle a mini-me around the house.
speaking of puberty, check out this comic. i think you'll find it amusing and somewhat apropos to your situation.
Mum, just keep in mind that if I get married right out of college...and don't wait a long time to start a family...off of pretty-happy, make-Light-not-act-like-hormone- bungee drugs...We'll both be glad I won't live with you two.
(I finished the huge deadline looming over my head, so I should have another post up vereh soon!)
~L
I love the quote at the top. Poor Diva...those times are hard...for both her and the parents.
Dykewife: regarding the comic.
I used to travel A LOT for the company I work for. Sometimes (rarely) the kids would ask if I'd gotten them anything. If I'd been to someplace exotic, the answer was usually yes. (Of course, any time I went to Belgium it was understood that I would be allowed back in the house if I came laden with dark chocolate. But that was Java's rule, not the kids'.)
Point is, the kids learned fairly early that I was NOT the First National Bank of Dad. I'm not doing such a hot job of teaching that concept to Diva and Sproing. :-/
Going soft in my dotage, evidently.
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