In the Still of the Night......
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Just finished taking out the trash for the trash guys, something I haven't had to do on a regular basis for a few years now. Stayed outside a bit, nice breeze and even the bar across the road was quiet. Kiddo, She of the Violent Temper, was in her bed wrapped up in her mink blanket, door uncharacteristically open. Probabaly afraid I'll run away from home.
I've thought of it.
We talked a little bit this evening. She wants her computer back tomorrow. No matter how many times I explain "you broke it, it rattles now" she just doesn't seem to understand. Dealing with this issue with the counselors tomorrow is going to be a challenge.
We took about 30 minutes and cleaned the fridge together. I did the top three shelves, she gave me the drawers to wash and she wiped up the mess underneath. I got the better part of the deal, for sure.
I realize how this level of stress contributes to my eating habits, finally. I'm making an effort to write down what I eat, so that I can at least go "oh, I have to eat cilantro now, there's nothing left in the bank". (Speaking of which, I realized that we DO have the ingredients to make pico de gallo tomorrow, which will go write along with the beans and tortillas (high carb!) we'll be having for dinner. Beans are soaking.
She understands that she has to learn a different way to cope, than merely ordering me around. Can she put it into practice? I understand I have to learn a different way of eating, rather than merely opening the door to the fridge and shoveling. Can I put it into practice?
In the still of the night, promise I'll never.......let you go......
*Lyrics by Cole Porter