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I was battling and fighting with everyone in my dreams last night. I had to wake myself up because I was so tired of fighting. Right now I can't remember who all I was fighting with. By fighting I mean arguing mostly.
I went to bed last night in a bit of a mood for that very reason. I'm just so tired of the fight -the fights between brothers over anything and everything, the fights between father and one son or another. Fighting to get them to behave. I am the official referee when they are all fighting.
Last night my mother weighed in on the fight -the constant battles in our house. I had taken her out for dinner and cocktails an in her inebriated, relaxed state, she felt free to give me her unsolicited opinion. We had just gone to a movie. I would have preferred to talk about that instead of how I raise my children. I was feeling rather relaxed myself by the martini I was drinking. She instantly killed my buzz.
Red -who had reached his goal of getting what he wanted, only to find out that it isn't what he thought it would be, thus -he is not happy. Thus -he is being ungrateful and already asking for something else. Thus -Dad is totally done with him. Thus -he is being a pain in ass to everyone in the house.
When I come home -buzz already killed, Red pounces on me verbally about what else -why what he has isn't working the way he thinks it should and why he needs something else to make it better. "I can not help you with that," I say and then retreat to my room.
Blue accompanies me. We lock the door behind us. We want to close out the rest of the world for a while. We watch a couple of family comedies on the DVR, "The Middle" and "Modern Family". He gets it. We laugh together. He says to me, "I'm glad that made you feel better Mom." I thank him for hanging with me and for caring about my feelings.
This morning I play possum, pretending to be asleep when Red enters my room, uninvited, and stands over me and says, "Good Morning Mom".
It's Sunday. I want a peaceful day, I'm am not ready for another day of the fight.
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I was battling and fighting with everyone in my dreams last night. I had to wake myself up because I was so tired of fighting. Right now I can't remember who all I was fighting with. By fighting I mean arguing mostly.
I went to bed last night in a bit of a mood for that very reason. I'm just so tired of the fight -the fights between brothers over anything and everything, the fights between father and one son or another. Fighting to get them to behave. I am the official referee when they are all fighting.
Last night my mother weighed in on the fight -the constant battles in our house. I had taken her out for dinner and cocktails an in her inebriated, relaxed state, she felt free to give me her unsolicited opinion. We had just gone to a movie. I would have preferred to talk about that instead of how I raise my children. I was feeling rather relaxed myself by the martini I was drinking. She instantly killed my buzz.
Red -who had reached his goal of getting what he wanted, only to find out that it isn't what he thought it would be, thus -he is not happy. Thus -he is being ungrateful and already asking for something else. Thus -Dad is totally done with him. Thus -he is being a pain in ass to everyone in the house.
When I come home -buzz already killed, Red pounces on me verbally about what else -why what he has isn't working the way he thinks it should and why he needs something else to make it better. "I can not help you with that," I say and then retreat to my room.
Blue accompanies me. We lock the door behind us. We want to close out the rest of the world for a while. We watch a couple of family comedies on the DVR, "The Middle" and "Modern Family". He gets it. We laugh together. He says to me, "I'm glad that made you feel better Mom." I thank him for hanging with me and for caring about my feelings.
This morning I play possum, pretending to be asleep when Red enters my room, uninvited, and stands over me and says, "Good Morning Mom".
It's Sunday. I want a peaceful day, I'm am not ready for another day of the fight.
