Saturday Night, in the Smoking Room
The "office", to avoid naming names, has just given me this new laptop with WiFi. Which means I can log on to the Internet anywhere, anytime...and so I'm in our smoking room posting this entry...smoking. Paul is in the other room, and he can't see what I'm doing. At least till he comes in to "smoke".
I know smoking's bad for me. We'll see what happens when I go for a mammogram soon. Hope there are no dark spots on my lungs or anything weird like that. I have been half-heartedly trying to quit since my birthday.
Anyhow, this laptop replaces the piece of shit that wouldn't work when we were down in DC. As TK's right-hand woman, I was upgraded on his command. Love it (although it took several weeks).
I have successfully put iTunes and my Palm on this new laptop. Am pleased with my computer capabilities. Okay so, enough.
It's been a rough week. Busy busy busy and Friday was the capper...another knock-down, drag-out with Paul. We are at peace at the moment, but Jesus...relationships are hard. One of the reasons I can't communicate with you all as much as I'd like is that I am working at this...thing...I am in. Nesting. I've been having extreme angst about the whole thing. Experiencing the joys (NOT!) of stepmotherhood. Jaz is becoming an issue, for me at least.
I love her dearly. But her freaking attitude annoys the hell out of me and I'm starting to wonder why I want a kid of my own. I am starting to appreciate my mother's stories about my "moodiness". God help me.
Jaz needs to be more organized. I am discovering that teenagers just don't have it together. There is alot on her plate, to be sure. But holy hell, someone take control...hello Mother? Father??? Don't leave it to StepMother to keep it all going.
I have been resentful lately of how I am the one who gets up with Jaz, makes sure she gets off to school, has all her books and her phone and her jacket...while Dad sleeps blissfully in the bed. Diva says to tell him I want him to do it, but this backfired on Friday.
Jaz was sleeping over...had to get up on Friday morning. I asked Paul the night before to PLEASE get up, make sure she got off okay. So the alarm goes off. It wakes me up but I think I'll be able to go back to sleep. Well...Paul gets up, tells Jazmine to wake up, then comes back in the bed. After a few minutes of no sound from the other room, Paul yells JAZMINE! to make sure she's up.
Right in my ear.
My response? "You suck."
When I get up with her, I close the bedroom door, creep around...make sure we're not too loud.
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.
I wanted to kill him. My resentment built all day till we had a screaming fight in the control room during TK's show.
I don't know what brought it all on. Well I have some idea but it's just so much to write down. I just...I feel pressure. From work, from the relationship...money-wise. Jaz called the other day, she had forgotten her keys to the apartment. I said, well come to the office.
Nah, that's a schlep (how New York can you get?).
Well, said I, it sucks to be you but I can't leave right now.
So she had to wait about an hour till I could leave the office and come home and let her in. Diva said, why doesn't Dad take care of that? Well, Dad was working late on something and I could leave earlier. I don't feel like the time to make a statement about who is boss of Jaz was after dark, when she was left sitting on a stoop.
OY.
We left that party I blogged about early because we were concerned that Jaz would not be home when we got there. She waited till we were downtown to call and say she'd been invited to "something" and couldn't she go?
Who will be there? where is this? asked Daddy.
I don't know, was the reply.
He told her she couldn't go but uh...we were at least 40 minutes away by cab so who knows? We think she wanted to go and hang with a friend she's been forbidden to see...and as the night wore on, we were both concerned that she would defy her dad.
Her mother called Paul at the party to say she couldn't reach Jaz and where was she? Turns out Jaz hadn't brought her phone charger and so her phone died.
I said, at the party...how convenient.
Paul: What does that mean?
I said..."oh girls are devious. You should know that." Diva totally agreed with me.
Anyhow, she was home when we got home but this is becoming annoying. And...it's just the beginning.
I don't know if it's easier to be single or to be in a relationship. Both are difficult. But this...PARENTING thing...erg.
I know smoking's bad for me. We'll see what happens when I go for a mammogram soon. Hope there are no dark spots on my lungs or anything weird like that. I have been half-heartedly trying to quit since my birthday.
Anyhow, this laptop replaces the piece of shit that wouldn't work when we were down in DC. As TK's right-hand woman, I was upgraded on his command. Love it (although it took several weeks).
I have successfully put iTunes and my Palm on this new laptop. Am pleased with my computer capabilities. Okay so, enough.
It's been a rough week. Busy busy busy and Friday was the capper...another knock-down, drag-out with Paul. We are at peace at the moment, but Jesus...relationships are hard. One of the reasons I can't communicate with you all as much as I'd like is that I am working at this...thing...I am in. Nesting. I've been having extreme angst about the whole thing. Experiencing the joys (NOT!) of stepmotherhood. Jaz is becoming an issue, for me at least.
I love her dearly. But her freaking attitude annoys the hell out of me and I'm starting to wonder why I want a kid of my own. I am starting to appreciate my mother's stories about my "moodiness". God help me.
Jaz needs to be more organized. I am discovering that teenagers just don't have it together. There is alot on her plate, to be sure. But holy hell, someone take control...hello Mother? Father??? Don't leave it to StepMother to keep it all going.
I have been resentful lately of how I am the one who gets up with Jaz, makes sure she gets off to school, has all her books and her phone and her jacket...while Dad sleeps blissfully in the bed. Diva says to tell him I want him to do it, but this backfired on Friday.
Jaz was sleeping over...had to get up on Friday morning. I asked Paul the night before to PLEASE get up, make sure she got off okay. So the alarm goes off. It wakes me up but I think I'll be able to go back to sleep. Well...Paul gets up, tells Jazmine to wake up, then comes back in the bed. After a few minutes of no sound from the other room, Paul yells JAZMINE! to make sure she's up.
Right in my ear.
My response? "You suck."
When I get up with her, I close the bedroom door, creep around...make sure we're not too loud.
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.
I wanted to kill him. My resentment built all day till we had a screaming fight in the control room during TK's show.
I don't know what brought it all on. Well I have some idea but it's just so much to write down. I just...I feel pressure. From work, from the relationship...money-wise. Jaz called the other day, she had forgotten her keys to the apartment. I said, well come to the office.
Nah, that's a schlep (how New York can you get?).
Well, said I, it sucks to be you but I can't leave right now.
So she had to wait about an hour till I could leave the office and come home and let her in. Diva said, why doesn't Dad take care of that? Well, Dad was working late on something and I could leave earlier. I don't feel like the time to make a statement about who is boss of Jaz was after dark, when she was left sitting on a stoop.
OY.
We left that party I blogged about early because we were concerned that Jaz would not be home when we got there. She waited till we were downtown to call and say she'd been invited to "something" and couldn't she go?
Who will be there? where is this? asked Daddy.
I don't know, was the reply.
He told her she couldn't go but uh...we were at least 40 minutes away by cab so who knows? We think she wanted to go and hang with a friend she's been forbidden to see...and as the night wore on, we were both concerned that she would defy her dad.
Her mother called Paul at the party to say she couldn't reach Jaz and where was she? Turns out Jaz hadn't brought her phone charger and so her phone died.
I said, at the party...how convenient.
Paul: What does that mean?
I said..."oh girls are devious. You should know that." Diva totally agreed with me.
Anyhow, she was home when we got home but this is becoming annoying. And...it's just the beginning.
I don't know if it's easier to be single or to be in a relationship. Both are difficult. But this...PARENTING thing...erg.
posted by Scorpio | 6:49 PM
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KIDS TODAY
AGI) - Ancona, Nov 17 - There may be more than one set of copies of the video clips, which were possibly made using a mobile phone, of the sexual abuse of a thirteen-year-old girl from Torrette di Ancona by a gang of 15 of boys. The case, which came to light after last night's raid on the suspects' houses carried out by the Ancona Flying Squad, is being investigated by the Ancona public prosecutors for cases involving minors, who nevertheless excluded the possibility of copycat crimes. Currently the evidence confiscated from the boys' homes is being examined. All the boys involved were minors and investigators say it is possible that the video clips could be distributed over the internet. The girl had for a long time been suffering the abuse of the other boys (who are aged 13-17), who are all from Ancona and who, according to the limited information available, do not seem to come from poor social backgrounds. The girl, who had kept the whole thing bottled up inside for months, finally told her parents about the abuse, which mostly took place in the Del Gabbiano park, but also indoors. Soon afterwards, the Flying Squad made the raid in Torrette. No arrests were made but the investigations are proceeding to find out what each boy's deeds were and to find out whether the video clips of the abuses were distributed also over the internet. (AGI) -
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