Light the Candles

Current mood: frustrated

Long ago in a galaxy on Mesa Street someone told me and my partner we needed to burn a white candle in our primary workspace to combat the negative energy. We took that as a huge joke for the longest time and believe me, we laughed, A LOT at that little gem. Then one day, we really needed that white candle.

I am certainly not alone in my belief that candles are extremely relaxing to have burning in one's space. If they smell yummy, all the better. I love my candles and love to pick up new ones when I have a spare five or ten in my wallet (like that ever happens, thanks Chevron). When I've had a particularly stressful day I enjoy lighting up all my candles in the family room or in my bedroom just to sit and watch the flames dance and smell their aromas to take the edge off. With the way things have been going lately, I'm amazed there's any wax left in this house.

Tonight- no exception. Nolan got his new yearbook today. As is typical of little precious angels from other families, and children being children, his yearbook had some special commentary in it written by a (ah-hem) friend in a distinct vernacular. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but this little darling also colored out the faces of other children. Such a dear. Nolan showed me his yeabook and the "material" kind of stuck out for me. I saw it right away. As I asked him, "Wow, that little comment is so nice. I am sure that is something you will be so proud to show your granny." That got a rather expected reaction and most of the evening was spent with an eraser in-hand voluntarily.

La Princessa came home and had her usual share of wonderment to share with me and share she did. So refreshing. Then I informed her I wanted the room (as in hers) cleaned for real this time. She decided a few days ago to totally go through everything and trash her floor in doing so. Unfortunately she inherited my pack-rattedness. Poor baby. Nolan did too. So, anyway, she threw a full laundry basket and a stretchy garbage bag full of miscellaneous crap away and left her litter, ankle-deep, all over her carpet. And she left it there. Knowing she was to finish tonight or risk doom, she half-heartedly began to work. During that time Nolan was in his room erasing and erasing and erasing. Eventually she migrated from her room to his and it went downhill from there.

They had been looking at his yearbook together when he pointed out a girl with special needs and made a comment about how she freaked him and his friends out. Yes, that was stupid and insensitive. But, kids are kids and this is the age at which they should really understand tolerance and for some, that learning comes from making mistakes such as his. Rather than come to me and ask me to help him understand, she took matters into her own hands and started yelling at him for being mean and brought up all of Nolan's insecurities. So, essentially, she did the same thing to him that she had accused him of doing. He got mad and yelled back, then she hit him, then he hit back, then she picked up his new yearbook with all the pencil marks and ugly words and threw it at him, which caused the cover to rip off the yearbook. And that is what pissed me off.

I went in her room and yelled at her (while suffering one of my lovely horrid stomach aches), then I grabbed her yearbook and flung it accross the room, thereby damaging it (dented a corner on the hard-cover). After all, I paid for it and she doesn't understand "nice" corrective training. Then came the discussion (the never-ending discussion) about why I got so mad. Then, she played her part and blamed all the ills of the world on Nolan. Then she blamed it on moving. Then I got angrier to the point I could no longer talk (hello? I am already apart from my best friend, but that is completely inconsequential in the global outlook, right?). Then I tried to talk again when she told me she wasn't trying to be disrespectful of her family members. I told her she wasn't not trying hard enough

I tired. I so sleepy, even though I am really sleeping kinda regularly and waking up on time is less of an issue. But, I can't go to bed right now with the lingering stress exploding in my head, even though she is in bed and resting soundly. I also need to make my bed because I washed all the bedding knowing our coolers would be turned on today (only half of them are, actually). But, I don't want to make my bed so I think I am trailer-trashin tonight, sleepin on top of the comforter on top of the matress, with the sheet on top of me.

And Liberace sits in the afterworld, full of envy for the candlelight in my family room.

*Sidebar- Dear Person, You are nasty. Oh, so is your partner. And even if I didn't hate what you are doing (but I SO! do), I would still hate the other thing you are doing because it is even more wretched. Trust me, you'll get yours one day because Kharma, as Earl and my pal will tell you, always comes back around. There is no room in this world for people who spend their days being mean-spirited, you Barney Rubble-footed jerk.

Currently listening : 85 Candles - Live in New York By Marian McPartland & Friends Release date: 2005-03-15