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My daughter can find a difficult child in almost any crowd ... a funny story..
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<blockquote data-quote="dashcat" data-source="post: 554744" data-attributes="member: 9175"><p>I was involved in a neighborhood progressive party last night. We started about 1/2 mile up the road, visited various homes representing different eras (the oldest being an 1864 house), and ending at my house. difficult child was very excited to help me get the house ready, make snacks, etc. She already knows some of the people and she came along. It was a fairly diverse crowd, but she was - by DECADES - the youngest person there. I figured she'd come to the first couple of houses then come back here to wait until we worked our way down...figured the novelty would wear off pretty quick.</p><p></p><p>By the second house, she'd found the ONE smoker and began to successfully mooch cigarettes. The smoker is - as it turns out - a major difficult child-disguised-as-an-adult. By the time we got here (the sixth and last house), J (the smoker difficult child) was pretty sloshed. She and J become really good buddies and, though my difficult child was not smashed drunk like J, they were soon trading secrets. Another woman, K, had been drinking quite a bit and the three of them ended up around the piano with difficult child playing, J singing (she was actually pretty good) and having a grand time. </p><p></p><p>By the end of the night, a very intoxicated J was hugging me and telling me how WONDERFUL my difficult child was. How difficult child loved me SOOOOO much and how I must accept her "no matter what she is". Really? As if I live with this time-bomb-roller-coaster-kid and I don't "accept" her? I finally deduce that difficult child has confided in her new friend about the gay thing so I say, "Oh, I know about that." Drunk J continues to slobber over me telling me how lucky I am to have such a sweet and wonderful daughter.</p><p></p><p>Sigh.</p><p></p><p>Aside from the drunks at the end, it was really a fun party. I was very happy that difficult child wanted to come and that she enjoyed herself so much. She has not been out of the house much at all and she did work very hard helping me get everythig ready.</p><p></p><p>But having two (becasue K was right there with her) intoxicated grown-up difficult child's thinking they "understood" my seriously complicated adult daughter after three hours and a few smoke breaks???? I did a lot of smiling and nodding. </p><p></p><p> Seriously, do they have some kind of magnetic force that helps them to find each other? I hadn't met K before last night and I knew J slightly ...and also knew she was a bit of a free spirit ... but I did think it was possible to have a mostly difficult child-free night ... for just a few horus.</p><p></p><p>Dash</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="dashcat, post: 554744, member: 9175"] I was involved in a neighborhood progressive party last night. We started about 1/2 mile up the road, visited various homes representing different eras (the oldest being an 1864 house), and ending at my house. difficult child was very excited to help me get the house ready, make snacks, etc. She already knows some of the people and she came along. It was a fairly diverse crowd, but she was - by DECADES - the youngest person there. I figured she'd come to the first couple of houses then come back here to wait until we worked our way down...figured the novelty would wear off pretty quick. By the second house, she'd found the ONE smoker and began to successfully mooch cigarettes. The smoker is - as it turns out - a major difficult child-disguised-as-an-adult. By the time we got here (the sixth and last house), J (the smoker difficult child) was pretty sloshed. She and J become really good buddies and, though my difficult child was not smashed drunk like J, they were soon trading secrets. Another woman, K, had been drinking quite a bit and the three of them ended up around the piano with difficult child playing, J singing (she was actually pretty good) and having a grand time. By the end of the night, a very intoxicated J was hugging me and telling me how WONDERFUL my difficult child was. How difficult child loved me SOOOOO much and how I must accept her "no matter what she is". Really? As if I live with this time-bomb-roller-coaster-kid and I don't "accept" her? I finally deduce that difficult child has confided in her new friend about the gay thing so I say, "Oh, I know about that." Drunk J continues to slobber over me telling me how lucky I am to have such a sweet and wonderful daughter. Sigh. Aside from the drunks at the end, it was really a fun party. I was very happy that difficult child wanted to come and that she enjoyed herself so much. She has not been out of the house much at all and she did work very hard helping me get everythig ready. But having two (becasue K was right there with her) intoxicated grown-up difficult child's thinking they "understood" my seriously complicated adult daughter after three hours and a few smoke breaks???? I did a lot of smiling and nodding. Seriously, do they have some kind of magnetic force that helps them to find each other? I hadn't met K before last night and I knew J slightly ...and also knew she was a bit of a free spirit ... but I did think it was possible to have a mostly difficult child-free night ... for just a few horus. Dash [/QUOTE]
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