Hard Night

It happens sometimes, no matter what you do to avoid it. Tonight, in no particular order:

1. My mom calls to tell me that she will not be making the wedding. My Piece of work father is incapable of traveling and will not agree to a weekend of home help. If he cannot go, she cannot go.

2. My eighteen year old live at home son is being a bit of a pill as well. He is in college, living at home and being a bit of a slug. His class load is light, so he spends a fair amount of time just sitting up in his room playing video games and watching TV. I have been pushing him to get a job, gently at first, but more stridently of late. Basically he needs a part time job to pay for his car ( I pay his bills and tution) and fun money, and also to contribute at some level. Things have progressed to the point where I need to start getting a bit more forcefull, read ugly.

Tonight he was going to make us dinner. Work got wild and I tried to call him to tell him that we would be late. Did I say that he is also lousey about picking up the phone. So we get home late and he is pissed at me. This does not sit well, particulary given the fact that he is throwing a guilt trip smack dab at his well used meal ticket.

3. Number 2 above sets off the fiance, hence she is upstairs trying to calm down and I am down here typing. We are not fighting, she is just decompressing, but is has made for a crappy evening.

4. Did I say that work got wild? As usual right at 5:00 pm.

5. My youngest daughter is having struggles at school, in this case it is pretty clear that her divorce issues are resurfacing, along with those around he mother who is anything but consistant.

6. This of course, forces me back into more frequent interaction with her mother, a woman who is at best a difficult emotional rollercoaster.

So we have a quiet night. The plan had been to pratice dancing, getting ready for the big day. But this is not to be. Its ok, not every day will be sweetness and light, into every life a little rain must fall, etc etc. Everyone has retreated to their particular sanctuary to recover, decompress and reconnect with center, so to speak. Problem is, I am very tired, and so it is unlikely that I can focus on any of the six projects or stack of work in front of me.

So I blog it out, bleary eyed and drained. Well, that is the value of the blog, a place to express what no one else may want to hear, cheap group therapy, or the worlds longest running twelve step meeting.

Hi, I'm Maurice. (Hi, Maurice!.

I never planned it this way, three kids from two broken marriages. All kids have to adapt to something, no family is truly a Cleaver Heaven. But this situation...oy vey. My son has had to deal with two divorces, his birth mother and then his step mother, both in his mind abandoning him. My youngest is saddled with issues that will keep a therapist very busy someday.

I am not sure where this is going.

Like I said, a hard night.