Both middle-aged sons and their significant others have been chaotic presences in my Urban Homestead this week. Owie yeowie, middle-aged problems get stinky and oppressive! There are quite allot of levels on which I want to send them to the Toxic People Landfill and be done with it. Not my problem, my middle-aged ones. Welcome to adulthood.
Instead, I have been listening and offering advice when asked. This morning finds me feeling like a ball in a pinball machine, ricotcheting mercilessly from ding to ping to ring and back again, from the child logics of the grandchildren (physical children) to middle-aged-bachelor-dating-drama to the bewildered exhaustion of young parents.
I am plying lots of extra self care in between the pings and the dings and wondering, "What is the diff between being supportive and enabling dysfunctional behavior?" Thoughts, personal experience and opines welcome.
i thought this was a nice story to wake up to.https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/customer-tips-hair-stylist-after-lockdowns-lift/
You know it's bad when you can't find a movie you haven't seen. I am watching more TV than usual with this quarantine. What are you watching?