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<blockquote data-quote="trinityroyal" data-source="post: 599288" data-attributes="member: 3907"><p>Some days I wish I could fall down the White Rabbit's rabbit hole, and join Alice, The Mad Hatter, The Red Queen and all the rest for a tea party. It's GOT to be saner in there than it is out here.</p><p></p><p>The list (from Trinity's Great Big Book of Grievances)</p><p></p><p>1) difficult child got suspended from work last week. He had a meeting this morning, and was told he has one more chance but if he fouls up again then he's fired. This is the supported work environment for people with developmental delays, that gives them skills they can use in a "real" job. At this point, difficult child has just about mastered getting out of bed, and getting to work on time. He will not survive an afternoon in a non-supported job. And yet, this morning, he was spouting off about things he's "not happy about" at work, and how he needs a vacation.</p><p></p><p>2) husband has been talking about renovating the house to build a sort-of granny suite for difficult child. This way he can "maintain his independence" while being "closer". The boy's assisted living centre is a five-minute drive from our house. He can walk, ride his bike or take one bus (about 4 stops) to get here. He couldn't possibly be closer without actually living here. And every time he lives here, chaos reigns, he goes off his medications, causes trouble with the younger children, etc. When difficult child first moved into assisted living all those years ago, I promised myself that he and I would never live under the same roof again. I don't care if he has a separate entrance to his part of the house. If he has unrestricted access, he will be living here.</p><p></p><p>3) Tyrantina and Tyrannosaur both have the world's worst case of Mummy-itis. Both of them want all-mummy-all-the-time, and neither wants the other to have any attention from me. I have had Tyrantina clutching my left leg and yelling in my left ear, while Tyrannosaur does the same thing on my right side, All. @#$%^&. Day!</p><p></p><p>4) Tyrannosaur decided that the fabric that covers the underside of my dining room chairs is chocolate, because it's brown. He has eaten about 95% of one cover, and 50% of another. It is that horrid non-woven fabric that looks like dryer sheets. What unholy results am I likely to see in that boy's digestion over the next couple of days? And which end is it likely to come out? Ugh!</p><p></p><p>5) A charity for which I volunteer is holding an event tomorrow evening, and I have now been roped into playing hostess. I have been eating junk food non-stop to keep a shred of my sanity all week, and now I have to pour myself into a cocktail dress and talk to people, all when I just want to build a fort in the back yard and hide.</p><p></p><p><img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/emoticons/capitulate.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":capitulate:" title="capitulate :capitulate:" data-shortname=":capitulate:" /></p><p></p><p>*Enough, already.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="trinityroyal, post: 599288, member: 3907"] Some days I wish I could fall down the White Rabbit's rabbit hole, and join Alice, The Mad Hatter, The Red Queen and all the rest for a tea party. It's GOT to be saner in there than it is out here. The list (from Trinity's Great Big Book of Grievances) 1) difficult child got suspended from work last week. He had a meeting this morning, and was told he has one more chance but if he fouls up again then he's fired. This is the supported work environment for people with developmental delays, that gives them skills they can use in a "real" job. At this point, difficult child has just about mastered getting out of bed, and getting to work on time. He will not survive an afternoon in a non-supported job. And yet, this morning, he was spouting off about things he's "not happy about" at work, and how he needs a vacation. 2) husband has been talking about renovating the house to build a sort-of granny suite for difficult child. This way he can "maintain his independence" while being "closer". The boy's assisted living centre is a five-minute drive from our house. He can walk, ride his bike or take one bus (about 4 stops) to get here. He couldn't possibly be closer without actually living here. And every time he lives here, chaos reigns, he goes off his medications, causes trouble with the younger children, etc. When difficult child first moved into assisted living all those years ago, I promised myself that he and I would never live under the same roof again. I don't care if he has a separate entrance to his part of the house. If he has unrestricted access, he will be living here. 3) Tyrantina and Tyrannosaur both have the world's worst case of Mummy-itis. Both of them want all-mummy-all-the-time, and neither wants the other to have any attention from me. I have had Tyrantina clutching my left leg and yelling in my left ear, while Tyrannosaur does the same thing on my right side, All. @#$%^&. Day! 4) Tyrannosaur decided that the fabric that covers the underside of my dining room chairs is chocolate, because it's brown. He has eaten about 95% of one cover, and 50% of another. It is that horrid non-woven fabric that looks like dryer sheets. What unholy results am I likely to see in that boy's digestion over the next couple of days? And which end is it likely to come out? Ugh! 5) A charity for which I volunteer is holding an event tomorrow evening, and I have now been roped into playing hostess. I have been eating junk food non-stop to keep a shred of my sanity all week, and now I have to pour myself into a cocktail dress and talk to people, all when I just want to build a fort in the back yard and hide. :capitulate: *Enough, already. [/QUOTE]
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