December 16, 2005
We had a major rain this afternoon, and the kids danced in the rain. My sister Ea had sent us a package that came today. The kids received glow in the dark sticks and enjoyed playing with them in the rain. Each kid got a crocheted juggling ball from Guatemala in a different pattern, and a special present. A got a toy like my dad has, hm... what is it called. A gyroscope I think. Although this one has a shorter handle and is sold on the idea of the loose part also being a top that can be released and picked up with the handle. H got a small version of the magnetic game of sticks and stones. Y got a whistle that makes several sounds (as opposed to his own, poor dear). Ya got magnetic stones that form a chunky bracelet, but can be played with as well. Ea gave me a wood box in an oval shape. It is called a Shaker style box, finished in what is called grain painting. The effect of the painting style is dramatic, and it doesn't do it justice to say it is in dark red and black. Really lovely. She also sent us all aplets and cotlets and similar fruit candies from the same company. And a game called zittlenix. Somewhat similar to pick up sticks. She sent me her calender for last year so that I could enjoy the pictures. Maybe I'll write more about them later.
I've just started reading P.E.T. in action, one of the books the library was giving away. So far I like it. Normal, grounded in reality. Not pie in the sky ideas by someone who lives on their own and doesn't even have to put up with a room mate. First off it talks about how we don't always have the same tolerance for the same situation. How some things are acceptable to us at home, but not in public. And how some people are easier to bear than others, doing the same things. And how we should treat our children like other people, rather than thinking their feelings won't be hurt by criticisms "because they need to know."
What I am avoiding saying is that I am still sleeping a lot. I guess the idea that I might be recognized as legally handicapped because of my emotional sensitivity is hard for me to deal with. And I should make quick headway in the divorce arena, which of course would be a miracle if I did. And I don't know how I will manage on my own with the kids anyway. But I surely can't leave A with the ex, if I am not around. Just having a place to sleep with him hardly counts as being cared for. Okay, ex, all the years you said you were primitive, and I said no you aren't--You've convinced me--You are Primitive. You idiot, use your imagination! Don't you think a child needs some care? I feel like roaring with rage and frustration.
I've just started reading P.E.T. in action, one of the books the library was giving away. So far I like it. Normal, grounded in reality. Not pie in the sky ideas by someone who lives on their own and doesn't even have to put up with a room mate. First off it talks about how we don't always have the same tolerance for the same situation. How some things are acceptable to us at home, but not in public. And how some people are easier to bear than others, doing the same things. And how we should treat our children like other people, rather than thinking their feelings won't be hurt by criticisms "because they need to know."
What I am avoiding saying is that I am still sleeping a lot. I guess the idea that I might be recognized as legally handicapped because of my emotional sensitivity is hard for me to deal with. And I should make quick headway in the divorce arena, which of course would be a miracle if I did. And I don't know how I will manage on my own with the kids anyway. But I surely can't leave A with the ex, if I am not around. Just having a place to sleep with him hardly counts as being cared for. Okay, ex, all the years you said you were primitive, and I said no you aren't--You've convinced me--You are Primitive. You idiot, use your imagination! Don't you think a child needs some care? I feel like roaring with rage and frustration.