'85: "We Are The (Couch) World..."

My T is a good guy too. I have such issues due to my childhood though that I keep trying to figure out how to make him hate me even though I really want him to like me.

Does anyone else feel like their head is a maze where nothing stays the same so you can't ever go back the way you came?

Quick hint about toddler fits -- ignore them. My son had some difficulties with emotional regulation due to an oxygen debt at birth. He also had some sensory issues. AND he has his mother's temper and absolute determination. Which all added up to an extremely, extremely difficult, stubborn child. At two years old, he once sat at the kitchen table for 3 and a half hours because we told him he could not have dessert until he ate his green beans and he said he was not eating those beans and he was NOT leaving the table until he had his dessert. He sat there until bedtime and then we just picked him and took him to his bed, kicking and screaming the entire way.

Anyway, when he would throw himself on the ground and have a fit, I would calmly tell him to let me know when he was done doing that, and we would discuss whatever it was. Then I would leave the room. Lots of times, he would stop screaming, get up, come into the room where I was, and throw himself down and start again. So I would just say the same thing and leave the room again. He stopped really pretty quickly because it's just no fun when no one will watch you scream or try to talk you out of it.

Hello from the solid frozen coast of MA. It's cold. It's white. It's horrendous.
Were without power for a couple of days...ick. Hate when that happens in subzero weather.

Sadie and I spent the morning in bed. I am so freaking tired these days. I need to attack my kitchen. There are dishes in the sink from last night. Sign.

Didn't they have exactly the same argument last year? This isn't the first time I've heard a story like this.

MKAC is right about toddler fits. Just walk away. I babysit a niece a few days a week, she's 5 now, but I've had her since infancy. She threw 2 fits in the past 5 yrs, once at age 3 in K Mart. I just looked at her like "oh no you did not" and shook my head. "sorry auntie". lol
The second was a rainy day last summer, she wanted to go swimming and I said "No". She proceeded to drop to the floor and fuss. I just said "let me know when your done". Lasted about 3 min, then she came and acted like nothing had happened.

just watch out for that arm

What class are you, SD?

Perhaps Mastodon can give us some tips on how to read in the bath.

I am sure she could. I am not all that bothered by not being a bath taker so I have not bothered trying to figure it out. I really like my hot showers.

I had my mom with us for 3 days last week because of the storm, and 2 days this week because of the storm. That's my answer. That's why I'm tired. Ick. Yuck.

Ain't no cure for the mother-in-your-home blues.

And...I know it's my fault for letting her be here, and I don't HAVE to take her in and blah blah blah. Can't help it.

"Canada: Where public services are clean, reliable and free."

I cannot read in the bath either. Actually, I am not a good bath-taker in general. After the initial "ahh this is nice" what does one do with them self? I don't sit still for very long unless I am sleeping.

I would say for myself Won't in almost all situations - for me it gives me the control. I am choosing to do this thing for my own reasons which I think are sufficient at this time, I rarely take the position I can't help something. I could help it if I wanted to enough.
Wow that blanket thing really has my trapped spider sense on high alert. I am going to demand trigger warnings be placed on all posts referring to blankets.

(kidding)

I remember the Garfield strip where Jon says to a fellow passenger, "You sure meet some strange people on the bus." The other guy replies, "Watch what you say. Venus has spies everywhere."

Too bad I couldn't find the original.

How to talk to a stranger on the bus.

"So you're a stranger, huh? What's that about?"

Ok...won't help it.

Here's the thing - The guilt I feel when I don't help her is FAR MORE painful that the discomfort I feel helping her. Honestly though, she's very old, and in senior housing. The housing (like most housing here) does not have back up power. She'd freeze. We have a fireplace and gas stove, so not as bad. That said, I could let the town bring her to a shelter, I do have that option.

She's smoking something, for sure.

I understand - I am more laughing at myself post blanket reference trauma.

You seem quite upbeat today.

Thanks. I generally do ignore her fits. For the most part. Depends where she has them. In public it is a bit harder to ignore her as people stare then.

Clean? No. Reliable? At times. Free? **** no.

LOL! I'm actually still disturbed by it also. More so in that I have a certain image stuck in my head.

I have an image too - I just think we have different images. My image involves me and I would guess yours involves others.

Well... Essentially. Bodily fluids from others. lol

Yes - mine is of me being trapped and unable to move by the blanket. My arms bound by it.