tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570778423507464439.post8545471039319686024..comments2023-05-30T06:22:33.734-07:00Comments on wtf parenting: Somebody come and playJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04244649713390780027noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570778423507464439.post-72028409720285847712010-10-13T14:42:11.242-07:002010-10-13T14:42:11.242-07:00Oh Mrs F, that was so awesome. All of it. I was cr...Oh Mrs F, that was so awesome. All of it. I was cracking up because I totally understood. Yup, it is hard to stop talking crazy when you realize the other person thinks you are indeed nuts. And then to add Kid's thing at the end. Yup, I have had kids just walk out of classes/lessons. Like, fuck this shit, I am so out of here (sorry Katie for the massive swearing!)<br /><br />Maybe I will move near you. Maybe I will. We can have our own little club of extremely smart, witty kids who have sensory issues and low frustration tolerance and all of that. <br /><br />By the way, I would have done the same thing with the Cheers. The same thing. Of course, that would mean that Murphy would have to join something and that would never happen so I am off the hook.<br /><br />Yeah, it was awesome to have this mom ask me if I am doing okay twelve times in different ways because she had heard I seemed overwhelmed. And to be looking at me with this piercing look like "c'mon, admit, you are a freaking mess, huh" and tell me that Murphy looks just fine to her. And I am trying to convince her I am normal and fine and just naturally nuts and thinking "Please go away and leave us alone." I mean, really, did she really care and what value could she have contributed to my life? Nothing. And I don't mean that because I am 'shutting' someone out. It was not a 'hey, you okay? I really care". It was a "are you okay because I find this very curious' Meanwhile, she has her own stuff to deal with. She was on her way to bring her son to the same therapist that Murphy theoretically goes to when he is not sitting in the car while I am in there.<br /><br />Gawd, these people have not even seen me when I really am acting crazy and overwhelmed. The other thing is if you are really concerned about someone, you reach out to them, not chat about it with someone else who doesn't really know me either. <br /><br />Oh, and THANK YOU to all who read this and "listen" to me. I just needed to get this processed so I can be done with it. I actually find it kind of amusing. I must come across as a total spaz to some people. I really should be living back in the city or up in wacky Vermont.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04244649713390780027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570778423507464439.post-56121222924103512412010-10-13T14:18:41.693-07:002010-10-13T14:18:41.693-07:00Oh I'm sorry that happened! I have things lik...Oh I'm sorry that happened! I have things like that happen all the time... big surprise. It's actually when I'm in a good mood that I kind of get hyper and maybe over disclose. I'm just not good (or fond) or tedious fake chit chat... which seems to be a bit of a social problem. Just yesterday I did this with a mom outside of dance, who had been fairly helpful to me with trying to get Kid into Brownies, and I was sitting there noticing that she started thinking I was nuts. I could just watch from the outside as the conversation went from nice chit chat to ... hmm... maybe this Rachel is a complete crazy. But I've been watching her parent her kids and already knew we were not in sync so why should I be surprised. I find people either get me 100% and are drawn to that part of my personality... or they just don't get me at all... and sadly that's the majority. And of course after that conversation (wherein I told her I wrote down all the moves to the cheer camp cheers and dance including the beats... is that so crazy?... or just motivated to help my kid succeed when I know she's going to be fucking out of her mind before the performance worried that she can't remember the moves?... but this woman was like "cuckoo... helicopter alert"... which just made me start saying extra stuff that was crazy), then she got to behold Kid have a massive tantrum and storm out of dance because she did not like being told to point her toes. As she said "The first time it made me mad, the second time and I was done." I just looked at the other mom and said "She has a really low frustration tolerance." Then I laughed all the way home. Because... I wish I had been able to announce my limits like Kid does. You know? I respect it. I mean sure I wish she wouldn't embarrass me in public. But I respect it. Oh yeah... this is about you ;)<br />Come move near me.Mrs Furioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18082932653215907248noreply@blogger.com