Friday, September 12, 2008

And So Are the Days of Our Lives....

Talk about death warmed over; due to the confrontation with Eli last night and the fact that Hannah coughed all.night.long, I did not get a whole lot of sleep last night. I was also out of coffee and cigs (and no money), so it was not the smoothest morning. I looked in the mirror and was like, oh, shit, so I thought I would perhaps try to cover up the marks of a restless night by slapping on some makeup. However, I did not realize that I have only "summer foundation" and that it would be way too dark to wear now that I no longer even have the vestiges of a tan, so when all was said and done, I looked like 40 miles of bad road. I don't wear makeup much anyway, so perhaps that also contributed to the slightly clownish look, I don't know. Whatever it is, I
am not looking so great today. Meh-whatever. I highly doubt the President is going to be stopping by, and even if he did I really would not give a rip what he thinks about how I look, especially since I am one of those dreaded single mothers who is single-handely ruining our nation. I SHOULD look like a slob, Georgie. Oh. I digress. I have GOT to stay away from politics, I really do.

Moving on, the confrontation with Eli-at least the initial one-is over with, and to say it did not go well is a gross understatement. However, since I wasn't expecting it to go well, I wasn't surprised. I think I only raised my voice once, which was really hard to do since I was also angry-but I know that when people yell, I don't really hear what they are trying to say because I react and get angry myself. Defensive. He yelled at me-which I allowed. I tried to foster a conversation as opposed to a lecture, so I was prepared for a little bit of yelling, but mostly he did okay, too. But you guys were all right, it is definitely going to get worse before it gets better. Definitely.

I don't have it in me to go into all the details, because my heart is really quite broken this morning, and there is still much to process. We did go over the changes that were going to be taking place over the weekend, and he is predictably angry about it not just because it is happening but because he has to help. So much anger, but I think he is also a little scared. When I peeked in on him later, he had his dog curled up in the crook of his arm (and he seemed very relieved when I told him I had made the decision to let him keep her; I did some positive reinforcement, too, by telling him that other than not following through on the financial aspect of the bargain, he has done a very good job of taking care of her, and he really has. Any problems that have arisen are simple puppy-problems) and his eyes were red and swollen from crying himself to sleep, and it both broke my heart and pleased me. Broke my heart because he is obviously hurting-anger, fear, sadness, whatever-and really doesn't seem to understand why anything has to change, and gratified because if he was crying, it means I got through to him on some level. This morning he was not talking to me; we went through the whole morning routine (aargh, did I mention with no coffee? no cigs? No Lexapro?) without him saying a word to me. But I gave him his one additional chore for the day, and before I left I said. "I love you, Eli," and I heard him mumble "I love you too" under his breath. It's a start.

And so begins a new chapter of our lives. Somewhere, surely there is an award for "Meanest Mom in The World;" I hope the prize is a good one. In the meantime, I have entered a contest for Best Vacation Post over at Travel With Ronda, and the prize SHE is offering really IS a good one. Go on over and vote; and since the one with the most votes is NOT me, and is a really, really hilarious post, I won't be mad at you (much) if you read hers and vote for it instead. Because of course I voted for myself yesterday, but I did have to sneak over there and vote for her. It is Candid Carrie's, and all I can say to that is DAMN.

11 comments:

Candid Carrie said...

Come on people, give Kori what she wants!

Alright, I am just kidding! Kind of, yes I am kidding. But don't you dare lure me over here thinking you are going to be speaking about DOOL (Days Of Our Lives) and then talking about Your Days and not My Days.

Sheesh, false advertising.

FreedomFirst said...

Well, I voted for you by default, because I think you deserve a prize anyway, plus I didn't have time to read all those other posts. Good luck!

I'm glad you let Eli keep the puppy. I know when I was a teen, if my Mom had ever taken one of my pets as a punishment (which she never did), I would have never done a thing she said ever again. On the other hand, my pets were my only relationships outside my family, so perhaps I was abnormally attached to them. They were literally my surrogate children. And I say that even from the perspective of being a real mother now. I loved my cats only marginally less than I loved Mark, and now love my boys.

Xbox4NappyRash said...

Aww. Well done with Eli, sorry it was shitty.

Melissa said...

Well, expect a few more rough days, but then they should start turning around. Hang in there, he's definitely worth the effort. :)

Oh, and my dad finally came to his senses! Yea!

Jennifer said...

Well, I think you're off to a good start! At least you had the talk--and the fact that he was crying shows that you did get through on some level. Good job!! I hope that you continue to make little breakthroughs w/ him.

And the thoight of starting a morning w/out coffee--OMG I feel for you!!

Lynette said...

And you call ME brave? Please. You are doing a bang up job, and I KNOW it's hard, I've been there too. Even though they never realize it, they will thank the Meanest Mom in the World eventually, for turning them into to decent people.

Immoral Matriarch said...

Don't be heart broken. :(

THopgood said...

I can almost feel the weight that's been lifted to have the conversation with Eli done and over with and let the healing begin. You are on your road to recovery! =)

abrightfuture said...

If I had your address, I would totally put some of my coffee and cigs in the mail to you.

Seriously...email me. I have a 2.5 lb of Dunkin Donuts coffee in my freezer with your name on it.

sarah said...

I'm really sorry to hear that things are so rough with your son, but it seems from what you said that you're getting through, mother hood is a tough gig, tell you me!

April said...

I hope this weekend provides some turn-around. Or at least sleep!
I love you.