It is 10 o clock, but it is Saturday; the princess is in her room....the computer either is not sleeping as much and needing me to feed her password, or she has figured out what the password is.
I really don't want to know.
That is part of my problem, I think....I resort too much to ostrich/head in ground position, not wanting to delve too deep into what Princess is doing for fear that I would have to confront something awful.
The last sentence looks bad when I read it. Sigh.
This evening I made a batch of pre-icecream (needs chilling before we bring out the Kitchenaid ice cream attachment), but I focused on the kitchen task, and not on the girls, who were playing (mostly nicely) with each other (the boy was with friends). My wife would have involved the girls more; she has the knack of involving them in what she is doing, making it fun for them. Me, I just wanted to work in the kitchen and leave the girls to their own devices. I fear that I am continually making choices about not engaging or deaing with the kids, especially Princess, who becomes angry/scary often when being told what to do (and often nasty if I just want to talk).
Damn, the last sentence again makes me wince a little bit.
Today she had a violent tantrum, which wasn't really a screaming tantrum, but violence directed at her little sister for telling us......something that I now forget, but something she was not supposed to be doing. It could have been anger at her sister for lying about her, or about telling the truth.....sometimes it is hard to discern the difference.
So for ten or fifteen minutes the wife and I were trying to shield/protect little sister while princess was rampage, or a purposeful intimidation. Had to restrain her several times. Be called stupid numerous times.
I really end up emotionally numb after these violent outbursts.
It was twelve hours ago
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