Slow day at work so I got to sleep in a little later. Come down stairs to the latest drama club presentation between my wife and two teenage daughters. They scatter. Youngest misses the bus. Oldest refuses to drive her, so I take her to school after I scrape the ice off the windshield of my truck wearing sweat pants, slippers and a tee shirt worn out enough to see through. Get home. Kitchen is a disaster. Star to clean up and brew a pot. Get the counters clean, waffle maker put away, etc. Go to grab a cup of delicious hot.... water. Forgot the coffee. Brew another pot as I continue to clean up. Finally get a cup of joe and head to the fridge... no milk. Find the empty jug on the table with two barely touched bowls of Cheerios. So here I sit at my computer drinking coffee ringed with Cheerio crumbs. Today is going to be a good day. Wife and kids are gone.
Speaking from experience, there is no trifecta more troublesome than a mother and two teen daughters. The middle east will see peace before that particular power struggle is suppressed.
Streetwiseguy said:Speaking from experience, there is no trifecta more troublesome than a mother and two teen daughters. The middle east will see peace before that particular power struggle is suppressed.
Much as I would like to argue with you... I can't. DW butted heads continuously with DMIL. DD#1 and DW have had some knock-down, drag out numbers (in fairness, I've wanted to knock down DD#1 a few times myself). DW and DD#2 have had more of a seething, passive-aggressive relationship. Things are getting better as the DDs mature and DW continues to mellow into middle age.
I have (half-jokingly) told my daughter what my Dad told me: I chose my wife, and she is number one. I will sell you to the Mexicans and we will make another one that looks just like you.
Dr. Hess said:In reply to Duke :
Just wait until DW "mellows" into the peri-menopause era. "The Horror...."
DW had a hysterectomy about 5 years ago for extensive fibroids. That alone made my quality of life improve 100%. At 54 she's perimenopausal now, hot flashes and all - she retained her ovaries. It's still an incredible improvement over 34, or 44.
Oldest would find herself walking for a week if she "refused" to take her sister. I'm polite to the children in my house (4 teenagers, envy me) but they berkeleying well understand that when I tell them something, even if it was phrased like a question, that I bloody well mean for them to do it.
And yeah, the drama between Tiger Mom and her oldest gets interesting at times, I stay out of that until I absolutely MUST restore order. Make that coffee Irish, you'll appreciate it more.
My wife babysits for a two little girls that are two years old and less than one year old. Sometimes she has our two year old grandson.
She wonders why I came in to work the last tree days even though I am supposed to be off until next year.
I already see this with my wife and our 18 month old daughter.
Its like two alpha males fighting over the same carcass and neither will back down until the other dies.
So far I've been able to defuse the situation by gently reminding the wife of how her own mother treats her and that our daughter is only 18 months old.
So a softer approach is better for the first pass before you go full Tiger Mom with a hand-off to your partner in between if you're seeing red.
mtn said:My wife and I are talking about having kids. We're both terrified of the pregnancy hormones.
Pregnancy hormones are fine. No big deal at all. As long as there's 3 zip codes between you.
Dr. Hess said:In reply to Duke :
Just wait until DW "mellows" into the peri-menopause era. "The Horror...."
Oh. My. God.
The truth has been spoken!
Definitely not a good day. Swung by to pick up the custom driveshaft I had built to go between the Tremec TR6060 and the Ford Explorer rear end. Beautiful piece, but no slip yoke. "Add the slip yoke and I'll see you next week". Get to work and I'm using my recipricating saw to cut out a bunch of heat pipes. Go thru about a dozen or so blades. Down to my last three sections of black iron steam pipes and the sawzall literally catches fire in my hands. Guess I should have done something about that short in the cord sooner. End the day by shutting off the water and sweating on a bunch of water stops for the new sinks and toilets I need to install. Turn water back on and all 8 of them leak. Every single one of them. Looks like something spilled in my soldering paste and contaminated it. Remove, clean, and resolder every one of them adds another hour to the end of my day. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
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