Self-Care Inventory 2

Oh yah, and my weight.  I wanna not be a fatass.

DAMN YOU BEER

Self-care inventory

Oh man, my self-care is in the toilet right now.

I need to track this, like I track everything else that matters:

Ok:
Floss
How much do I drink
How much do I smoke
Did I ride my bike
Nights doing chores (YES this is self-care)
...
what else...
Shaving!
Haircut!

Peanut #1 versus the Universe

So Wee Peanut #1 had a run-in on the bus yesterday, where Little Shit #1 guilted her, or "blamed her", in her own words, into pulling down her pants and showing him her bum.

So she told us that! Yay! I mean, genuinely, YAY, because it means that she thinks she can come to us with this.

I mean, were we hoping she could get through motherfucking Kindergarten at least before she got sexually harassed, why yes, yes we were, but that is now past, I guess.

So she brought this up, and we told her that it wasn't her fault, and that we believed her, and that we had to tell someone else (which was brilliant, because she assumed we were going to tell our huge, manly, childless, and very protective Friend on the assumption that he would commit a capital offence on her behalf, which he would) and then we went off to meet the Principal.

A few observations: Peanut #1 did not cry, but she didn't joke about it either. She was in visibly good spirits, she ate well and slept well, so she's not showing any signs of _trauma_ around this.

So we go off to see the Principal, and we are READY for the Patriarchy, we are ready for "boys must be boys, and he's a good kid and yadda yadda yadda" and we tell the Principal and he _FREAKS OUT_ and is actually angrier than we are.

Which was all very nice.

Now we wait for him to call, and then we give Peanut #1 a week, and then we touch base with her specifically and intentionally to make sure she is OK.

A minor and hilarious note

We own a teensy washing machine.

But we can still wash a week's worth of laundry in one night.

I love it so much

Managing the Peanuts

I feel like this is going much better of late.

This whole process of being super emotionally honest while still being calm seems to be working out. Last night I was able to diffuse a situation that was tantrum-bound without actually having any tantrums on any part, including mine!

I basically said "I'm laughing because I'm trying not to lose my temper" and they seemed to think that was interesting enough to stop freaking out and pay attention... and that was nice.