November was up and down, but mainly down.
We saw some lovely old friends who came for a visit who we hadn’t seen in a long time. We took impromptu road trips to look at houses. We planned a birthday party and Christmas presents and all sorts of things.
We are still struggling with some really tough behaviour overall from my older daughter, but it comes and goes and we are slowly attempting to navigate it and figure it out. I have had a few insane parenting moments myself, losing my temper and threatening to throw away ALL of her jumpers for example, or shouting at her down the street that she was being a MASSIVE TWAT (not my finest hour). I have recently installed my very own star chart reward system whereby I give myself a gold star for every time I stay calm and regulated in the face of angry irrational screaming and yelling from the tween, and when I fill it up I am treating myself to a massage.
However living in a house where you get constantly screamed at and blamed relentlessly for flushing the toilet incorrectly, or moving her new lip liner even if you haven’t touched it, or failing to help her understand her maths homework, or buying the wrong damn snacks all the time is exhausting. And it grinds you down fairly quickly when it’s every day, all the time, which it feels like it is at the moment. I’m told that “relationship gestures” are the best way to regulate trauma in these cases, but no amount of texting “I love you”, buying her flowers, buying tickets to football matches, buying new jumpers or clothing, or sourcing her favourite biscuits seem to help.
Sometimes the little one parrots my words back to me and it always makes me laugh when you realise there are certain phrases you clearly say a lot. The other day she shouted at me “MUMMY YOU HAVE TO BE PATIENT! I CAN’T DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF!”
The little one turned 6 and we had a really great party and she was inundated with presents! Annoyingly 90% of them were pink and unicorn themed which feels like a massive step backwards for feminism, but nevermind….
While falling happily asleep after the party she told me “Mama my favourite part was getting all those presents. And my favourite part was playing with all my friends. And my favourite part was dancing and playing games with V. And my favourite part was making the cake. And eating the cake. And my favourite part was my party bag. And my favourite part was….”
It was very sweet and wholesome!
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