Are you being served?

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.

 

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6 thoughts on “Are you being served?

  1. Good Grief! After all the renovations you’ve done, now you have to sue the window people? That sounds awful, truly. I’d rather not discuss the president-elect right now, as I’m still in mourning, reflection and deep thought. I will have solutions at some point.

  2. Hey, if you can’t complain about day-to-day stuff on your blog, where can you? Sorry you’ve had such an ugh week. It sounds like you’re thinking the right things about Junior, trying to balance support and pressure. He’ll be all right, even if he fails a few more tests along the way.

    I’ve barely eaten anything today because my body is still too stressed about the election to be OK with food.

    1. Thanks for the support! Parenting is the hardest job – especially in the world we seem to be living in right now. And so you know – I would take these elections as a good excuse to binge on your favourite guilty pleasure (Hello Caramel Seasalt Chocolate!)

  3. I’ll be the first to admit, I pressure my girls. Funny you should mention the election, I’m using it to inspire them. I tell them that the world is going to need two more strong, smart successful women. I tell them we still live in a world where they’re going to have to be stronger, smarter and better than the boys. The sad thing is, they understand.

    1. I feel it’s not so much a boy/girl thing, but a gap between generations. In Britain, most young people voted YES as they understood Britain needs to be connected with the EU in order for them to have a future. I wonder if the same goes for the US elections. We need to help the young people to stand up for their future. So maybe you’re right pressuring your girls.

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