Just When You Think Plans Will Work Out

One thing that I have had to learn is to just roll with what life throws at me. Because sometimes you think that life will allow plans to go ahead and they end up crashing and burning.This is especially true if you are a parent and if you happen to be parenting teenagers well, sometimes there isn't enough wine to get you through some days.

Before Master and I moved out here my youngest was involved in an organization for young people. Its a great one and she loved going to meetings and participating in the extra activities that they would run several nights a week. I loved the fact that it gave her structure and that Master and I had the chance to be alone in the house a few nights a week. It gave us a chance to play without kidlets asking pesky questions like "why does it sound like you're beating Mom with a belt?" You can't very well say that I was getting beaten with a belt. It tends to distress the kids quite a bit.

I worked retail which meant that I worked nights sometimes. If you factored in the number of nights that kidlet #2 was at activities and knocked off at least one night for a closing shift it meant that at least once or twice a week we got to play. And we really, really love to play.

When we moved, we insisted that kidlet keep up with the activity that she had been doing at home. She loved it, so it would be a great way for her to get out and meet kids as well as keep a little familiarity in her life since she does best with some of that.

And then, then I actually got a job where I was home at night. That was lovely. It meant that Master and I could have a few evenings where we would be alone together and would only have to worry about scaring dogs and neighbors (accidentally, of course). So what happened?

Kidlet doesn't want to go. It's been an argument almost every week to get her to go. There has been yelling and tears (and that's not including what the kidlet was doing). Now, if I honestly thought she didn't want to go or that she had hated it before I wouldn't make her go. But she comes home happy as a clam for having been there. We've allowed her to quit the extra nights and just go to the main meeting.

I'm just tired of having to push her and I miss playing so that frustration is very much a factor in all of this. Here's hoping that things change for the better and sooner really is better where this is concerned.