Last night dd18 and I were finishing organizing pristine bathroom....putting down clean, round, white cotton rugs, organizing counter stuff....squatty potty wioed down, back in place when dd20 calls out "MOM MOM MOM" in her repetitive worried voice leaving me to ask if she has a broken bone? She's silent. I ask if she's ok. She responds again with MOM!"
I panic, run into the dark hall and kick a wrapping paper tupperware....bang! Then it tumbles loudly down the stairs, baby babgbangbang BANG buhbang bang bang.
From there I see dd20's face, which looks stricken....something IS WRONG my brain screams as I go straight to her instead if telling dd18 I'm fine, which used to be the rule when they were small. Simply sing out "I'm fine" if you make a bang, etc.
After I put my face against a dark window, to see what dd20 said was banging around in the outdoor shower outside my bathroom windiw, MY heart is racing too. My amygdala gas been activated. I go to turn on porch lights chatting about possums, but DD doesn't think it's a possum.....I wonder why?
By this time....I'm standing on one if the long benches on the porch, peering into the shower, trying to find whatever is there when dd18 says she thought I fell down the stairs.
I explain it was the tall Tupperware I kicked accidentally in the dark rush to get to dd20.
Dd18 says it's not a possum, bc it was thumping....not rattling leaves.
We move into the kutchen.....
Me: What do you think was in the shower?
Dd20: Yelly Guy neighbor.
My heart falls...
Dd18: The thumping was Mom and me in the bathroom above the shower and we thought you were really hurt. Why can't you just say you aren't injured, there's no bone poking out your ankle, etc?
We are giggling and super relieved by this point, but also a bit frustrated dd20 becomes nonverbal past 1 syllable sounds and our makes, repeated, when she needs something, falls, hurts herself. We just assume it's bad, bc.....it must be bad if it renders dd20 unable to speak and she recently turned her ankle. I found her at the bottom of the stairs sobbung quietly, wondering if she broke her ankle. It took many minutes to figure that out, Lord give me patience. I never yell or rage, but I get intense, which doesn't help her calm down.
So, still in the kitchen, Dd20 says: I thought you kicked the container down the stairs bc you were raging at me.
My heart breaks.
We're still laughing, but Darn it..that's a series if unfortunate events stemming from....all 3 of us having our radar up, bc... YellieGuy.
It has me thinkung about our culture, how having an unlicenced (single) va j j, or licenced one, confines and narrows the world for women.
How one allows it, buys into the myths and judgments and stories, which I'm not happy or comfortable with.
I have 2 bathrooms to renovate here soon, gutterwirk and the bathroom renovation at the lake starting the end if the month.
I truly resent the idiot idea I can't be around...
I resent being blamed and told what I must do to avoid dealing with foolish make behavior.
I've been told to lie and claim I have a bf.
No texting with married men.😳 I text and email and call contractors, go on supply runs and swing hammers.....I
Mind
My
Own
GD
Business is what I do.
It's not my character flaws.
It's not about the unlicensed VJJ either.
I shouldn't have to create myths about who and what my "status" is. It's none of their business, quite frankly and I don't share my personal stuff.
I'm going to be very matter if fact with shutting down anything personal. What I can't control is what info other people give out about me. I realize there's a bit if reactivity around THAT.
I get on well with the lake contractor who adores his wife. Showed me a picture. Chatted happily about her job and his adoration for her.. I like that.
I BELIEVE that.
My gut KNOWS.
More listening to it.
Less listening to other people.
DD20 wants me to teach her to change her own oil and check it.
I was thinking....maybe we can do the bulk if our bathroom renos and have plumber/tile guy to do/teach us what we aren't comfortable doing?
I am SO over the limits I'm exami,ing and throwing off, even as I write this.
Comfort with boundary setting us imperative. I see that now.
So is modeling that for my girls.
Who says I have to be pleasing, make things go smoothly and always make others feel giid at my expense?
I have a friend.....known her for 20 years. I used to resent her personal style...she didn't do the above. I resented it at times. Didn't appreciate her perspective. Was uncomfortable around her lack of people pleasing, really.
At a point, that flipped....she married a real nice guy, BUT he sees women as helpless. My friend demurred to him, enjoyed him doing things around the house.
For me....I was going through the trials and not enjoying being told I couldn't demolish built ins and take them out if their upper story bedroom myself, or caulk basic things or paint their kitchen, etc.
I mean, I did all those things, but it was like pulling teeth to get friend's h' permission to carry on with whatever task on their list I could DO, but was blocked over and over AND there was upset and his feelings were hurt, etc.
I tried to demure, but I had limited time.....fruend was upset her dh was moving so slowly, not finishing projects.
I saw how torn she was over the pleasure of being treated like a porcelain doll (which she IS not, btw.) She's a martial Arts pal..and being a strong, competent woman in realms NOT strictly designated as female.
It rubbed up against the H' idea of manhood and duty....of prescribed social roles. Unfortunate, but not my problem and obviously I was there, bc my friend wanted me there, asked for help but also was caught in....
In what?
It appeared to be a double bind. If she/we tackled manly man projects....would her dh stop cherishing her? Would the marriage sour in butthurt sullen male retaliation?
That was the problem or felt like it.
I'm pretty short on patience for being told what my role us, what I can abd can't do, particularly when it comes to necessary, normal things I CAN do easily or learn to do.
And.....
This is the real Pebble right now....
What is my part in the limits, believing in the limits, buying into them, living and teachong them to my children?
And I want to say....
I've been that strong woman piping up, explaining in plain terms there would be no serious romantic ties or sex right up front, bc....
Aversion to chaos and drama.
But that's quite the assumption and there's drama in being proactive and honest too...whoo boy. That was both my marriages, frankly.
But the contractors and married neighbors. I'm choosing to ask my gut proactively if this person will be a nightmare and just pass.
What does that look like with a contractor? I don't hire him. Straightforward enough.
With neighbors......it's back to what I learned in the book THE GIFT OF FEAR BY Gavin Dr Becker.
Men who wont5accept your NO are men who can't be trusted. If they try to change your NO into a YES.....any NO...that's a red flag.
The sliding into your life, through other people and their proximity is more difficult. Expressing interest in shared pets and yard projects, sharing helpful information I didn't ask for.....only half listen to, bc....
I'm busyminding my own business.
I'm tweaking my boundaries and also my style for erecting same.
How I stand up to disappointment or shrink away from it in order to keep my serenity in tact.
I have to accept I have to disrupt in order to sustain lasting serenity. Allowing a boundary breach, to keep short term peace, is a mistake, ime.
Learning to roll with the manipulative upset of a man, or any person I don't agree with, is uncomfortable, but I'm leaning hard into acceptance just at the moment.
I'm curious just what that looks like with YG neighbor, bc I'm done living on alert and watching my girls live on alert.
Will be pondering that during meditation today. I'm in a cleaning/ organizing mode, which is why the loud bouncy container was in the hallway.
I don't have the energy or time for these manufactured cultural stiries imposed on me and my " behavior" with regard to how people behave.
It's on them. Not me. I can't control them with my behavior and it's insane to try. I know that. It's truth extraordinaire. Is that a word? Not sure, but I do have clarity about what's mine and what's not.
The journey continues.
Lighter