Strains
Well, so far the ship of life is on an even keel, if a bit storm tossed. Oldest daughter is home with the baby today, baby still recuperating from a fairly nasty stomach bug. We all had it, starting with a panicked call from day care last Wednesday to come get baby. Middle daughter is off at a sleep away camp for two weeks, early reports are that it is a great place for an 11 year old that loves animals.
Things have been a bit strained at the ole Cataphract Barracks. We are all coping well, but having a somewhat lost and needy 18 year old underfoot while managing an 11 year old at the center of a mild disaster is not exactly conducive to a smooth first year with new mother and new infant. Fortunately, we have a lot of love to go around and wife and I have a very healthy relationship, so I predict no major damage. Still, it is crucial that we stay present with all that is happening.
One thought that continues to haunt me is the feeling that the proximate cause of this latest episode of the dark screwball comedy that is my second ex is the possibility that she was tired of not being the center of attention. I mean, really, everyone around her seemed to be doing fine. Her siblings are moving along quite well in life. My life is on a great track. My older kids are off doing their thing, even the daughter that was living with her was starting the age old process of moving away from parents into the world of adolescent peers.
All was well, no drama...which means that no one had time to pay attention to the second Ex.
Which means it was time for her to do something to bring the focus back on her.
She is quite happy now, the center of a storm of her own creation. I am talking to her every other day navigating the changes and pace of daughter's transfer to living in my home. Her family put their lives on hold to run to the rescue, spending hours each week managing the EX problem. She is in two types of therapy and already fired one of them. In the fall her husband is sending her to Paris.
Once again, it is all about her.
Oh yes, she is quite happy.
No strain there.
Things have been a bit strained at the ole Cataphract Barracks. We are all coping well, but having a somewhat lost and needy 18 year old underfoot while managing an 11 year old at the center of a mild disaster is not exactly conducive to a smooth first year with new mother and new infant. Fortunately, we have a lot of love to go around and wife and I have a very healthy relationship, so I predict no major damage. Still, it is crucial that we stay present with all that is happening.
One thought that continues to haunt me is the feeling that the proximate cause of this latest episode of the dark screwball comedy that is my second ex is the possibility that she was tired of not being the center of attention. I mean, really, everyone around her seemed to be doing fine. Her siblings are moving along quite well in life. My life is on a great track. My older kids are off doing their thing, even the daughter that was living with her was starting the age old process of moving away from parents into the world of adolescent peers.
All was well, no drama...which means that no one had time to pay attention to the second Ex.
Which means it was time for her to do something to bring the focus back on her.
She is quite happy now, the center of a storm of her own creation. I am talking to her every other day navigating the changes and pace of daughter's transfer to living in my home. Her family put their lives on hold to run to the rescue, spending hours each week managing the EX problem. She is in two types of therapy and already fired one of them. In the fall her husband is sending her to Paris.
Once again, it is all about her.
Oh yes, she is quite happy.
No strain there.
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