If we were having coffee, I would tell you I’m at world’s end. I’m so exhausted that I am even too numb to feel anything about the new American President Elect. There are just so much adversities this girl can take. And I feel guilty saying it, because they’re such First World problems. Which makes me feel worse.
So I if we were having coffee, I’d spike mine with Amaretto or just drink a shot of it on the side. Then I would put my ironic mask on and tell you with a smile that we are looking to sue the window people. Last week, we had a conversation with them on finding a solution for the sliding door opening on the wrong side which left me hopeful. How naive. This week, they e-mailed us with the extra costs for replacing the faulty door, followed by the question when we would pay them. When they are to blame for the faulty door! So this week, we are taking steps towards suing them. So instead being served, will be serving them. A subpoena, that is. Hooray for the Dutch legal system, that we aren’t obliged to get legal representation!
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you over another spiked cuppa that helping Junior doing is homework is a challenge that requires a lot of perseverance, patience and love. The boy flunked the test I help him study for and I can’t fathom what went wrong. If he weren’t gifted, I’d think he’s plain stupid. A different school level would be the obvious solution. Now, I don’t know. I feel powerless. I feel I failed him. I feel guilty about feeling I failed him as I don’t want to pressure him. I don’t want to imply that he’s capable and that he should put his talent to use. And that would be putting so much pressure on him. I don’t know anything.
If we were having coffee, I’d admit that it’s actually quite fun helping him with his homework. We spend more time together, we talk more, he tells me more. Him failing his school might be a good thing for us!
Well, enough about me whining about my First World problems. Help me catch up on the President Elect thing, or anything else you’d like to share!
xoxo – Irene.