It is that time of year again. Mandy and I are off to see the Nutcracker tonight. She had to work today from 8 a.m. until 3 p.m. the show is at 7:30 p.m. We have to drive to another city about an hour and a half away. A very full day for both of us. I have to work and take Lily to a birthday party.
Last night I got up around 2 a.m. or 3 a.m. because my belly was giving me a lot of trouble. I thought perhaps a bit of tums might help me get back to sleep. I noticed that the light in Mandy's room was still on.
I have the feeling that Mandy is going to be grumpy and not a lot of fun tonight. Working all day after having been up all night. We will be in the car together driving on the freeway in the dark for a total of three hours. I hate driving by the way.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. Seems to me that we are not going to be having a whole lot of fun on this trip. Why bother. So we can say we did? This is what I hate about Christmas, you do a bunch of crap you don't really feel like doing in order to say that you did those things. Are you supposed to pretend that it was all worth the trouble?
When Amanda was little, going to the Nutcracker was so magical and fun. We would get all dressed up and we would have so much fun. We would always buy a cookie at intermission and we would talk for hours about the costumes, the music and the performances. Sometimes our favorite ballerina would be someone with a very small part. We would compare all the performances we have ever seen and discuss which production we enjoyed the most.
I am imagining that we are going to drive there in silence. Watch in silence. Drive home in silence. Perhaps Mandy will sleep. When I try to talk she will tell me she is not in the mood to talk right now. I will worry that she is depressed or having some sort of troubles I don't even know about. But, now I know that the reason for her being a pain today is going to be because she stayed up all night reading and she is tired. Perhaps I will ask her when she gets off from work if she really wants to go today or not.
One good thing about kids who go away to college is that I don't have to deal with all the bad choices and I don't have to suffer from the consequences of bad choices. With her in the house I am so wrapped in her stuff that I suffer with all the late to works and the didn't study for a tests and I stayed up all night reading a book and now I am being an ass.
Too bad she has no desire to leave home. No desire to listen to me or be responsible either it would seem.
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Oh, I hope you go and that you both enjoy yourselves. This may be the last one for the two of you if she goes off to school. Enjoy the time you have with Mandy now, when I was in my senior year of high school, my mom was so mean to me, or so it seemed. But I now know that we were both having a hard time with the fact that I was going away. Perhaps that is what is going on with you two, knowing that things are going to change soon, and that so much of it is unknown as to what lays ahead. Go and have fun!
I think you have set yourself up for a bad time. This adventure can't be like the others but, that doesn't mean it has to be bad. I suggest that you encourage Mandy to take a nap on the way. You don't mention her, but, if Lillie is going you can create some new memories with her while Mandy naps. I say this, but were I actually experiencing this I would probably be thinking about stuffing her in the trunk. I hope all goes well though, really:]
We went to the Nutcracker once, when Em was about 12. We were all bored and haven't done it again.
That's what a bunch of Christmas poops we are. I admire you for trying. Hope it goes better than you think.
I hope you enjoyed yourselves. This situtation sounds SO familiar -- exactly like my son.
Mandy and I ended up not going to the show. We drove about two blocks before we were screaming at each other and crying. We turned around and came home. Later we had a talk and things are better. She told me that I ripped away a piece of her soul. I am having such a hard time with this one, parenting Mandy in general.
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