And another week later...
1) Two has been officially cleared to start T (testosterone) after his next endocrinologist appointment in Jan. More on that later (possibly another post - it's long).
2) Have had several outrageous arguments with Two in the past few days, all sparked by ridiculously minor issues that he takes umbrage at and makes major mountains out of molehills about. Then is pissed off when I'm somehow not instantly willing to do something for him. I really have no idea how we're going to get through our CA trip without throttling him, given that there are already several contentious (to him, not to us) situations that he is going to have to put up with. Examples of recent arguments: my refusal to take him along on some MiniPlu-centric errands, when he was going to have several HOURS alone with me later that same day, sparked a refusal to cooperate with anything, and his insistence that he had control over everything in the universe, including his right to a) sleep on the floor instead of his bed from now on, b) throw away his school photos (I said I bought them so they belonged to me and wouldn't let him), and c) give away all his beloved stuffies (which I did not, for one minute, believe he would really do). He took them all out into the hall anyway, and then, 10 mins later, was bawling his eyes out in his room, thinking he was really going to lose them all. Keep in mind, during all of this, I was perfectly calm at all his stupid claims of "I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me" and even called him on it, pointing out that I knew he was mad he couldn't come on the errands and that he wanted to hurt me as much as possible with his actions or statements, or that I knew he wanted to control his life, but I wasn't going to listen to any of it until he'd calmed down.
Another argument, tonight, came when he insisted he would pack his travel stuff into his own duffle (rather than put it into a communal suitcase, which would have everyone's cooties - yes, really - and had a conniption when I said he could do that, fine, but not his dress outfit, so it wouldn't wrinkle. He also refused to demonstrate his insistence that he magically knew how to iron a shirt despite never having done it before, refused my suggestion that I'd put his dress outfit into a garment bag to prevent the cooties, and also got mad when I wouldn't let him pack sleeveless tops (I don't care if it's warmer in CA - it's still December), outgrown tshirts or socks that he admitted outright didn't work with his high tops. Keep in mind there was zero thought put into his packing - he just grabbed what was nearest and threw it in. He won't keep his drawers organized, then complains when he can't find anything. *headdesk* Yes, I finally lost my temper at him - I'm giving him multiple reasonable alternatives to each of his stupid demands, but of course, he won't compromise. At all. Ever.
[Edit: This post has taken me over 24 hours to finish, just to give you an idea of what my life is like right now. When we travel to CA for Christmas, we open the gifts to each other before we leave (not counting stocking gifts) so as not to haul them all the way across the country - twice. Two BEGGED to open presents tonight - actually, he wanted to open them last night - but due to MiniPlu's commitments, we weren't sure if we'd have time. Thankfully, we managed to find the time ... and then Two refused to put on a tshirt over his undershirt, in the event of pictures. Like, seriously, the things this kid decides to balk about, and even once he'd put a shirt on, grudgingly, then he cried, and I lost my temper. I am just sick to death of his digging in on stupid shit, even after we make concessions - and then he immediately expects me to read or do something else for him. Will was cross at the way I reacted, but I was seriously just done. Thankfully, things calmed down after a bit and we were able to unwrap our gifts as planned, but, honestly.]
3) MiniPlu's cold from 3 weeks ago has continued to linger as a persistent cough that has sometimes resulted in nasty wheezing. We had an inhaler for her that helped some, but it was so old it had expired four years ago, so I had her back at the doctor yesterday to be re-evaluated and to get a replacement. So, now she's on antibiotics as a precaution, and has a new inhaler.
4) I've been subbing a lot lately, especially at the middle school. Seems like the season for teachers or their kids to be sick or for daytime inservices/all-day planning sessions, etc. On the one hand: money, yay! On the other hand, it's such a busy time, I've been struggling to get everything done (see below) and I'm rarely getting more than 6 hours of sleep a night. In fact, sometimes it's more like 5.5 hours.
5) The amount of stuff I need to get done before we leave for CA - ack. Do laundry, finish packing, library tomorrow a.m., bank, grocery, return a dress, remember a few straggling gifts that didn't get mailed in advance, make sure they get packed, make sure R&K are authorized to treat the dogs if there's an emergency, and I'm way overdue to enter receipts into our computer financial program.
Again, I say ACK.
6) For those of you on DW: does anyone here admit to having gifted me with a year's paid account last year? I never properly thanked anyone, but since it was an anonymous gift, I was at a bit of a loss. It was very nice to have bonus icons to use this year - thank you for the nice treat!
7) I posted my Yuletide fic before the deadline! Granted, it was only about 5 hours before the deadline, but I made it. Phew!
Aaand I'm back to getting less than 6 hours of sleep for tonight, sigh. Time to wrap this up. Maybe I'll have more time to post in CA. And we're going to see The Last Jedi on Sat!
How are you?
(Side note: Thank you to
smallhobbit for the lovely Christmas card! <3
2) Have had several outrageous arguments with Two in the past few days, all sparked by ridiculously minor issues that he takes umbrage at and makes major mountains out of molehills about. Then is pissed off when I'm somehow not instantly willing to do something for him. I really have no idea how we're going to get through our CA trip without throttling him, given that there are already several contentious (to him, not to us) situations that he is going to have to put up with. Examples of recent arguments: my refusal to take him along on some MiniPlu-centric errands, when he was going to have several HOURS alone with me later that same day, sparked a refusal to cooperate with anything, and his insistence that he had control over everything in the universe, including his right to a) sleep on the floor instead of his bed from now on, b) throw away his school photos (I said I bought them so they belonged to me and wouldn't let him), and c) give away all his beloved stuffies (which I did not, for one minute, believe he would really do). He took them all out into the hall anyway, and then, 10 mins later, was bawling his eyes out in his room, thinking he was really going to lose them all. Keep in mind, during all of this, I was perfectly calm at all his stupid claims of "I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me" and even called him on it, pointing out that I knew he was mad he couldn't come on the errands and that he wanted to hurt me as much as possible with his actions or statements, or that I knew he wanted to control his life, but I wasn't going to listen to any of it until he'd calmed down.
Another argument, tonight, came when he insisted he would pack his travel stuff into his own duffle (rather than put it into a communal suitcase, which would have everyone's cooties - yes, really - and had a conniption when I said he could do that, fine, but not his dress outfit, so it wouldn't wrinkle. He also refused to demonstrate his insistence that he magically knew how to iron a shirt despite never having done it before, refused my suggestion that I'd put his dress outfit into a garment bag to prevent the cooties, and also got mad when I wouldn't let him pack sleeveless tops (I don't care if it's warmer in CA - it's still December), outgrown tshirts or socks that he admitted outright didn't work with his high tops. Keep in mind there was zero thought put into his packing - he just grabbed what was nearest and threw it in. He won't keep his drawers organized, then complains when he can't find anything. *headdesk* Yes, I finally lost my temper at him - I'm giving him multiple reasonable alternatives to each of his stupid demands, but of course, he won't compromise. At all. Ever.
[Edit: This post has taken me over 24 hours to finish, just to give you an idea of what my life is like right now. When we travel to CA for Christmas, we open the gifts to each other before we leave (not counting stocking gifts) so as not to haul them all the way across the country - twice. Two BEGGED to open presents tonight - actually, he wanted to open them last night - but due to MiniPlu's commitments, we weren't sure if we'd have time. Thankfully, we managed to find the time ... and then Two refused to put on a tshirt over his undershirt, in the event of pictures. Like, seriously, the things this kid decides to balk about, and even once he'd put a shirt on, grudgingly, then he cried, and I lost my temper. I am just sick to death of his digging in on stupid shit, even after we make concessions - and then he immediately expects me to read or do something else for him. Will was cross at the way I reacted, but I was seriously just done. Thankfully, things calmed down after a bit and we were able to unwrap our gifts as planned, but, honestly.]
3) MiniPlu's cold from 3 weeks ago has continued to linger as a persistent cough that has sometimes resulted in nasty wheezing. We had an inhaler for her that helped some, but it was so old it had expired four years ago, so I had her back at the doctor yesterday to be re-evaluated and to get a replacement. So, now she's on antibiotics as a precaution, and has a new inhaler.
4) I've been subbing a lot lately, especially at the middle school. Seems like the season for teachers or their kids to be sick or for daytime inservices/all-day planning sessions, etc. On the one hand: money, yay! On the other hand, it's such a busy time, I've been struggling to get everything done (see below) and I'm rarely getting more than 6 hours of sleep a night. In fact, sometimes it's more like 5.5 hours.
5) The amount of stuff I need to get done before we leave for CA - ack. Do laundry, finish packing, library tomorrow a.m., bank, grocery, return a dress, remember a few straggling gifts that didn't get mailed in advance, make sure they get packed, make sure R&K are authorized to treat the dogs if there's an emergency, and I'm way overdue to enter receipts into our computer financial program.
Again, I say ACK.
6) For those of you on DW: does anyone here admit to having gifted me with a year's paid account last year? I never properly thanked anyone, but since it was an anonymous gift, I was at a bit of a loss. It was very nice to have bonus icons to use this year - thank you for the nice treat!
7) I posted my Yuletide fic before the deadline! Granted, it was only about 5 hours before the deadline, but I made it. Phew!
Aaand I'm back to getting less than 6 hours of sleep for tonight, sigh. Time to wrap this up. Maybe I'll have more time to post in CA. And we're going to see The Last Jedi on Sat!
How are you?
(Side note: Thank you to
smallhobbit for the lovely Christmas card! <3