Monthly Archives: December 2005

{my shit} family blow up

So my sister has some serious problems. She is a drug addict and an alcoholic. She was doing well for several years and now she is off the wagon again. She is choosing to host parties for her children’s friends in which many teenagers get very drunk and often there is a lot of pot involved. As a mandated reporter, I have a problem with this. I also have a problem with the abusive environment in which she is raising her children. She is an alcoholic, with all the erratic behavior that entails. I believe it would be best for her children to be taken away from her.

Let me try to start the story of yesterday from the beginning.

My mom called yesterday morning just to chat and the topic of my sister eventually came up. I expressed my concern about the parties that my sister hosts and told my mother the stories that my sister has relayed about some of the parties. (A 12 year old with severe alcohol poisoning and a 14 year old girl taking on multiple guys at once and having it be photographed and then put on the internet being the stories that bother me the most.) There was to be a party last night and legally I have to report it. I just wasn’t sure how hard to push it. My mother encouraged me, nay–begged me to call the police and do anything in my power to have my sister’s children taken away. I felt rather conflicted and I didn’t decide what to do while on the phone with her. I talked to my brother about it and he thinks that anything that could cause my sister to lose her children would be for the best. A little while later my mother called back and told me she has been thinking about the situation like crazy and she has to tell me that if I decide to do this and my sister ever finds out that it was me who turned her in I cannot let on that my mother knew about it. My mother explicitly told me that she would call me a liar if I ever said she knew anything about it. I got rather hysterical and yelled, “Just like my father called me a liar?” and hung up the phone.

The rest of the day was a series of overly frantic and urgent phone calls to various friends who have knowledge of the legal system and a family friend who is a lawyer and my brother. My brother and I had some really hard and crappy phone calls. Eventually I decided to go over to my sister’s house and check the party out for myself before I decided what to do. By 7:30 they were out of beer and the people who bring the hard alcohol and pot weren’t at this party. This would not be the time to call the police in my opinion. Very little would happen. I still have to file a report with CPS, but that can be done as a teacher and my name won’t be involved in the investigation. My sister will think it is one of my niece or nephew’s teachers.

So there was this huge, nasty, dramatic day for… not much of anything. I hate my family. I will not be spending Christmas with my mother. My brother is going to be talking with my mother today and he told me that if she does not show a rather drastic change of attitude she will no longer have access to his children either because she is perpetuating the cycle of alcoholism and abuse. It is going to be difficult to explain to my sister what is going on and why I am not going to be there, but oh well.

I don’t have a father. I don’t have a mother. My sister is an alcoholic, abusive person who cannot seem to break the cycle she is in. She is headed for another downward spiral and I cannot and will not be a part of it nor condone it. My brother is a controlling, belligerant asshole and talking with him always leaves me more frazzled and upset than I was before. As much as I don’t want to, I need to completely cut my bio-family out of my life. They are destroying themselves and they want to take me down with them. I simply do not have the strenth to be involved with them and maintain appropriate boundaries for myself.

I am tired of this whole mess. I can see no way in which I have benefitted. I feel so incredibly alone and it hurts.

distracted

Today the things I could do include: Dickens Fair, kinky flea and/or fandango, and helping friends move.

I think I will stay home and catch up on all the crap I have to do. My lesson plans have to be so detailed that it will blow the mind of my supervisor when she shows up on Wednesday. I assume they are all going to be 2-3 pages in length. 🙁 I need to do the take home final for my assessment class. I need to catch up on grading because I am woefully behind. I need to finish cleaning my kitchen and do dishes. I need to spend some freakin time with my cat. I need to finish up The Mayor of Casterbridge and write all of the reading quizzes for the week. I need to figure out what activity I am going to do with my Gatsby kids the week after Christmas break to help them become more involved in the book and wrap up their understanding.

I would like to bake cookies. I would like to start cinnamon rolls, but I don’t think that will happen this year. Cookies are doable though. I feel disappointed by the acknowledgment that I simply will not be able to get to cinnamon rolls this year. It is a time and energy and even a space thing. Maybe I will make some after Christmas just for the hell of it? I also don’t need to make a triple batch. Just one batch for me. It would take less time, energy, and space. Hm. Think about that later.

I want my house completely tidy today. I am very close to tidy right now, but I’m just not there. I also need to vaccuum somewhat desperately.

Oh, btw… I changed my plans for this weekend radically from what I thought I was going to do.
It all started when Marcus flaked on me.

Request

Would anyone be willing to house sit/cat sit while I am away? I leave the night of the 16th and return the afternoon of the 27th. 🙂

My cat is remarkably easy to take care of but I would really like it if someone could be here a little in order to keep her company.

Today, I am a teacher.

I did four conferences in 1st period.
I did four conferences in 2nd period.
I did four conferences in 3rd period.
I did four conferences in 4th period.
I did four conferences in 5th period.
I did six conferences during 6th/7th.

Twenty-six teacher conferences in one day is a shit load and I am totally exhausted. It means paying intense concentration to one kid at a time and that is grueling. My master teacher says she considers it great if she gets in sixteen in one day. I am a rock star.

Craziness

So, this weekend is going to be pretty psycho.

This afternoon my goal is to finish cleaning up my house because it is craptastic and it is really making me go nuts. If I get a hold of my friend Marcus I am going to head up to the city this evening and see him. I decided that it would be a good thing. He has been a friend since I was 17 and we have gone through different phases of closeness but he has been doing his best to step up to the plate lately. I will be crashing at his house tonight. In the morning I am going to head over to Hayward to help my lovelies with packing theirtruck so that they can move. Then I will trot up to therapy. 🙁 We’ll see how well I manage after that. If I am still feeling buff and strong and such I will go back to help my friends move. It may not happen though because I am already feeling very fragile emotionally and if I am not up for it I can’t force myself. 🙁 Saturday night my friend is having a housewarming and I haven’t seen him in forever. I will probably go over cause he lives about a mile from me.

Sunday I am grading and doing lesson plans and helping my friends unload their hot tub in the afternoon.

I haven’t decided if I will let Phil come down. I do have his Christmas present…

🙁

I don’t like this.

Rob says: “Virgo Horoscope for week of December 8, 2005
To convey the dirt simple oracle you need to hear, I’m going to steal a line from the poet William Kulik: “You can’t get it because you’ve already got it.” In other words, Virgo, your only hope for enjoying the lovely experience you’re wistfully fantasizing about is to register the fact that the lovely experience is available to you right now. It’s already yours for the taking.”

I don’t like this idea even slightly.

Fuck.

I am getting so sick. My throat is about to give out on me altogether. I am tired of my stomach hurting. I have started eating even though it makes my stomach hurt so bad that sometimes I throw up. I am tired of having a fever and just generally feeling like shit run over by a semi. I want Puppy. I want him so much I physically ache with missing him. He wants to see me and I know I should say no but it is so hard. He is the only one I really want. I want to curl up in his lap and cry and cry and cry while he strokes my hair. And for some strange reason despite being totally depressed and feeling like shit, my libido kicked in about two days ago and the want of sex is starting to hurt. I am terribly spoiled.

I want him. I want him. I want him. I miss him. I love him. It’s been two weeks and I still feel like I just want to slash myself open. It is very hard to not cut. I know that right now I want to punish myself for not being enough for him. I know that is bad–don’t bother to tell me. I still feel that way. I want to not hurt anymore. I don’t know if seeing him will make it worse or better. God I hate this.

ow.

This morning I am so tired I hurt. I will somehow manage to get through today… I don’t really know how… but I will. Then as soon as I finish teaching I am going home and I am sleeping. I am on the verge of loosing my voice too. 🙁

Good observation

For whatever reason my observation went really freakin well. I had three people in my room observing me. Can I get a wince from the teachers? They all raved about how the lesson went and how my students and I interact and they liked the lesson plan. I feel good.

I really needed the boost to my teaching ego.

My throat hurts and what I did yesterday

I wanted to go back to Fezzi’s and help out today because they are terribly short staffed, but my throat has picked today to give out on me. This sucks in terms of helping Fezzi’s because it is far more important that I rest my throat so that I can work this week. It is better for my ability to get the work done today that I wanted to get done though. A mixed bag of results I suppose.

Yesterday was interesting. I was incredibly productive first thing in the morning and then I went to a friend’s house because she is moving and getting rid of a bunch of stuff. At her house I acquired enough knitting stuff to satisfy the Christmas wish that I had and then some. She also gave me a freak load of candles, which I appreciate cause I am getting into them in a big way again. Then I went to Noah’s ex-girlfriend’s garage sale. (It has been interesting meeting her in general. It is solidifying some of what I know/believe about Noah.) She is getting rid of basically everything she owns because she is going to be living in Japan and will have no room for it. I got a bunch of clothes, some movies, and a bread machine for $33. Dude. I have always wanted a bread machine…. 🙂 The back of my car is stuffed to the gills and I didn’t have the energy to unload it last night.

Cause after the garage sale I went up to Dicken’s and spent around six hours there. I watched shows and danced and talked to people that I like and miss. It was weird being there. I felt like I belonged there and yet like an outsider. I miss working a great deal. Thus I offered to come help and work today, but that is not to be. 🙁

Then I went to my sister’s party. I felt like a judgmental, uptight prig. Apparently she has tossed the concept of “sober” to the winds and I wasn’t actually aware of that. They all got high and sat around drinking while bitching about their dead-end, mindless jobs. I was really glad that I had a friend show up. What in the hell am I going to talk to them about? The pressure of grad school and having a job that demands so much time and energy that I am about to drop from exhaustion when they are bitching about not being allowed to work remotely so that they can actually not work instead of having to mask their not-working in the office? Uhm, yeah. Not exactly the brightest lightbulbs in the box. And my cousins were there with a bunch of their friends and I have no respect for any of them. The one who is doing ok and is somewhat successful is now an assistant manager at Burlington Coat Factory. The other two don’t manage to hold a retail job for very long without getting fired. All of the girls in the group looked like they starve themselves in order to not get fat. It was kind of gross watching the guys chow down and the girls were standing off to the side staring at the food with longing. I didn’t have anything to drink and I don’t really like pot much anyway so I skipped that. It was mindless escapism and I don’t want to do that. My day-to-day life is not something I need to run away from. It is a crazy amount of work and pressure, but I am happy with what I have worked for and achieved. One of the adults there was the father of my cousin’s boyfriend and his other daughter was there as well. He was talking about his prison time and how his third wife is 28 right now. He is 42. He bragged about how he may have to get older but he doesn’t have to grow up. I am a judgmental bitch and I thought he was pretty pathetic. In fact, I think I should avoid my sister’s events in the future because I don’t really contribute positively to the environment…

This morning I have…

Cleaned my kitchen and dealt with packaging and freezing all the food I needed to deal with. It’s about damn time (the stuff is still ok… I ate some…).
I cleaned my room and put away all of the clothes that have been accumulating.
I put away all the toys.
I sorted a bunch of stuff for me to list on freecycle tomorrow.
I hung my pink fuzzy shower curtain over my window in the living room.
Cleaned up my bathroom and put away all the stuff that Puppy dumped on me.

What I still have to do in my house:
clean off the coffee table
list all the stuff on freecycle and get it out of my house
organize some paperwork
hang all of my pictures
figure out some sort of ritual to make this space less toxic for me. I don’t like that I walk in here and feel empty and vulnerable and sad.
do laundry
little pick up stuff
clean the toilet and shower, vacuum… I think that is it. I think I can get most of that done this weekend even with the fact that I won’t be home for the rest of today. 🙂

Although–tomorrow I have to do lesson planning like crazy. And the scary lady is going to be observing my class. 🙁 I’m willing to bet that I will spend about three hours on that. I also need to finish my paper for assessment. I’m trying to decide if I am going to decorate for Christmas. Actually, that might be the very ritual I need to make this my home. Christmas is a huge deal for me personally and I have been building up a lot of negative associations over the last few years. I am single this year. I haven’t actually been ‘single’ through Christmas before. I have always been involved with somoene and my enjoyment was tied up in whether or not they were around/doing what I wanted to do. This year I get to figure out what matters to me and what rituals and traditions are just for me. That is both freeing and terrifying. Who am I?

Today I am grateful for…

Julia.
Julia.
Julia.
Julia.
Julia.
Julia.

Have I mentioned Julia yet? I am not going to sit here crying the whole week before Christmas now. I am going to be in Boston seeing one of the most wonderful women on the planet. I am so grateful for my friends.

the fact that I am so healthy that my doctor will remark how unusual it is.
Jamba Juice once again. I tried the other cherry one…. I’m going to stick with the orange mix.

*grrrr*

My doctor says that I am remarkably, almost freakishly healthy. Everything is as optimal as can possibly be hoped for. She thinks I should go see a gastro-intestinal specialist and I don’t have insurance for that until January, I think most of the way through January. Although Jamba Juice has helped remarkably and I think I may be able to get my calorie count to a reasonable level with a shot of that every day. Yes, I should buy the fruit and make it at home. I’m too apathetic and I just won’t get around to eating at all that way.

It is strange how my body and my emotions are just completely fucked over and upset and yet I’m doing really well at teaching. I am somehow managing to suck it up.