How come parenting can make me feel like a complete failure quicker and more intently than anything else in my life?
There are days like today where I really can't win for losing.
But even that statement shows part of the problem. Parenting, at least of your nineteen year old daughter, shouldn't be a win or lose situation. It should be win/win. At the end of the day, both parties self-esteem should be intact. Not shredded like pulled pork.
With my children, I wear my buttons on my sleeves. And they are very sensitive, "touchy" buttons. If one of them were the infamous red button that launches the missiles that begin the end of the world ............. well, we'd all be long gone now. Sorry.
Luckily, I don't wear that particular button. My buttons (and the pushing that they have endured today) have just left mine, AND NINA'S, self worth looking like BBQ burned on to the bottom of the crock pot.
Why, oh why, do I visualizes everything as food?
Nina is visiting for the weekend. I was SO EXCITED about her coming. But, in 24 hours, we have had three "fights" about....... nothing. Really, all three incidents have been me not saying or doing the "right" thing (according to her 19 years and 1 week old brain), her bitching at me as only a 19 (or 13) year old female can do, and me becoming overly dramatic and histrionic as only I, Jenn Neil, can do.
I can do drama like nobody else's business.
Blah, bleeck, grumble, urggg, yuck, fuck.
We've apologized now, we've said I Love You. I didn't eat over it THOUGH I CONSIDERED IT.
It's over. I'm tired. And sad.
And I'm thinking I should win a fucking Oscar.
Your Neighborhood Drama Queen