Amends.Posted: December 13, 2011
This is my four hundredth post. Crazy that in a little over two years of coming to this space, and sharing the battering rolling around in my brain, that I have accumulated so many of these stories. Thank you my friends and lurkers for coming here and listening to me blabber on about stuff. I love you all, and that is the truth.
So over the weekend, we had our Grandson over for a sleepover.
The roles have reversed a bit in the parenting of the big girls. Now, although they are adults, you never quite quit guiding, leading and such. Over the last twelve years it has been my job to keep the family, and relationships with the big girls going.
After the older daughter FB incident, it has turned into my husbands job to mitigate the relationships. He is trying. They are to a point as well. Most likely, my guess is anyway, that I will never get an apology. I still think I am owed one, but I don’t quite know what to do, to make it happen.
I know that I will not have this stupid thing ruin all the years of work I put into making the family work. I know that our oldest daughter is one of the most stubborn people on Earth. So this is where I sit. Watching what I say, trying to make amends, and praying that nothing like this happens again.
I think that they make most of the drama, I think they are almost always looking for opportunities to have things to bitch about, or to play the victim.
Mack called me today, she was really worried. There was more FB drama unfolding between the oldest and youngest daughters, and someone else. Mack thought it was me. She was worried that they were on the attack again. I hadn’t been on FB at the point that she called me, she read the posts to me, and I concluded that it must have been someone on their mother’s side of the family.
The thing is they always blow up. They make mountains out of molehills, they say stuff on FB that should not be put out for the world to see. Family issues should not be washed out on FB.
I am seriously thinking of sending an email to all of them telling them just that. It is wrong. It makes things worse. Things get taken out of context.
So anyway, baby boy came to sleepover on Saturday. We had fun with him. He adores his Auntie Mea. Just thinks she is the coolest ever. He was a good boy, and I loved having him.
We have decided to put the grandkids on a set Nana and Papa schedule. At least if we have all of them on one night a month everyone is happy, and I can actually plan for it. So that is the plan for now. We’ll see how it goes.