when the going gets tough...
Do you sometimes wonder if you are stuck in the wrong reality and that somewhere in the multiverse, there must be a reality that is just right? I do.
We started the week with tantrums. Tantrums in eleven year olds are not nearly as comical than toddler tantrums.... James insisted that it was an early running club day. I knew it wasn't because I pay attention to the avalanche of text messages from school that flood my phone. He was going anyway. He also insisted that he had to wear his school gym kit for indoor sports. I insisted that he wear something appropriate for near freezing temperatures. He said he wasn't going to wear suitable outdoor running gear and would not go. I said fine, the club is not on anyway.... I shall stop here but you can imagine that the argument did not.... just another of those roundabout-without-exit-kind of arguments.
Then I noticed that the family computer was now without monitor. This had been moved into the teenage den because his own had ceased to function. I knew that later in the day, Annie needed to print out school assignments and James needed to work on his P7 project.... upon insisting that the monitor should be moved back I was told to piss off. Said teenager later claimed not to remember this and countered that I frequently tell him to piss off. I have done so on a couple of occasions (although I would dispute this can be considered as frequent). Point taken.
Shall I go on? No, I thought not. I am sure there are some good days ahead!
When I am not pulling my hair out, I am stroking my considerable stash of garment fabric, washed and pressed and waiting for me to cut into. I am not going to sew anything just yet, work and family keep me too busy but I am quietly excited to have a plan. I like a good plan. I have a pattern in mind for every last piece of fabric except one (not pictured here). I fell out of love with the colour with this one. Watch this space :-)
In the meantime, I hope you are having a lovely week. Thanks for visiting.
Christina xx
Chin up. It does get easier. (They eventually move out!) X
ReplyDeleteCan 't win either of those arguments. Your teenager throwing a tantrum would have been interesting-----when's he moving out?
ReplyDeleteOh, I think I lost my comment. That sounds like any given day in my house to be honest. My hammer is still missing and no-one brings back any of my tools, ever. The littlest boy and I have many long 'discussions' about where we should be and when we should be there. He often has the wrong end of sticks. I recommend pushing your face into the lovely fabric and breathing deeply until everyone has gone away. The beetle print is fantastic, I am looking forward to seeing what it all becomes. CJ xx
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you have a debate expert as a son. As for him parroting what you say, be sure to tell him that as the parent you're allowed but as a child he is not. And if he questions you.. tell him.. "Because I said so." :-)
ReplyDeleteHave fun with your sewing when you find your quiet time to do it. ((hugs)), Teresa :-)
Why is it that the only patience (with a good dose of stubbornness) kids seem to have is for the never-ending, round and round arguments which they usually have wrong! I feel your pain and frustration. In the meantime, I agree with CJ, breathing deeply into the fabric would be a great option. xx Susan
ReplyDeleteoh Christina, how this resonates with me.... my life with my 11 year old too. Why is this such an grumbly stage. I went through it with the older two and now with my youngest boy. It can be exhausting. I hope your week gets better.
ReplyDeleteThe fabric is absolutely delicious! I cant wait to see what you do with it. xx Ange
My daughter once threw herself on the floor and rolled around screaming in front of her children, they were in the middle of a pointless screaming match with each other. They were stunned into silence. I should say that all this was in a shop. I don't know whether I am more interested in your clothing plans or the scrappy quilt blocks in the background. I have just worked through a stack of dark scraps but now I feel the urge to play with the brights.
ReplyDeleteIn my experience, my boys are much nicer in their 20s than they were in their teens - keep going x
ReplyDeleteThis is amusing . . . from way over here.
ReplyDeleteBum! Jo xxx
ReplyDeleteIt gets better honestly, eventually they move out. Love all the fabric but the beetle one particularly caught my eye.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous stash of fabric, I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned for it. Can I recommend chocolate and alcohol to go with the fabric sniffing?! xx
ReplyDeleteJust as well you have your alternative world of creativity to disappear in. The phases of childhood can be a pain in the a...... at times. Good luck. B x
ReplyDeleteit does get better, my boys are now generally a pleasure to be with! mind you they are now 18+
ReplyDeleteOh dear. I'm sure it will get easier as the kids grow older, Christina.
ReplyDeleteYou will survive the preteen teenage years I promise. And, young adult children are the prize. They are so much fun to hang out with!
ReplyDeleteIs it something in the air? However replace me with your combative eleven year old. Trust me tantrums in a fifty year old are not comical at all. Yes, I know better but sometimes I do still rant. I’m hoping with the arrival of spring my attitude will improve. Have a lovely week.
ReplyDeleteJust catching up Christina. No teenage tantrums here now but new puppy is a bit of a challenge. Hope things improve soon.
ReplyDeleteJust catching up so I hope the week improved for you Christina... just keep looking at all that gorgeous fabric xxx
ReplyDeleteExhausting, bickering and arguing and tantrums. It does get easier as you know with your eldest, but I am sending commiserations all the same! x
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