Sunday was rough for me. Something came up that requires me to set boundaries in ways that make me feel wildly uncomfortable. It maxed out my bandwidth for all boundaries and the day turned into a sobfest as I tried to borrow future spoons to cope.

I’m having this weird feeling of pride because I’m connecting the links in the chain rather quickly for me. There was a thing that genuinely deserves upset and a boundary response like dropping the portcullis. A thing big enough that I’m arranging for adult supervision of the boundary discussion. I need help.

Ok I had to walk around weeping for a day before I could cope with it… but that’s not a long time for me. I’m happy with myself.

On a completely different lighter more hilarious topic. I had a conversation with the kids yesterday about masturbation.

It started out with the word mastication, which I love. I explained how much I love using the word masticate when I talk to teenagers because it is close to the word masturbation and they always twitch in funny ways. My kids laughed as if they got why it was funny… then said “Uhhh what is masturbation?”

I’VE TOLD YOU BEFORE.

I said, “It’s sex with yourself. It’s when you touch your private parts in a private setting.”

“Ohhhhhhhh, that. Oh of course I do that.”

Then my children proceeded to tell me about when they (separately) take the opportunity to go in a room with a locked door for a while. I tried so hard not to blush or look awkward or bug out my eyes. I said, “It sounds like you have figured out how you want to handle this.” The kids nodded and smiled peacefully.

We did not get into any other specifics. I’m good with knowing that you know how to arrange privacy and you know to wash your hands afterwards.

My work here is done. For now.