It's Summer Vacation for Child Rum. That means no school, no school structure, and we get up when we want, and we do things when we want, how we want, etc.
For the past week, I've been having stomach problems. Let's just say water-like substances are coming out of the wrong hole (and leave it at that). I think it's the heat/humidity that has invaded my state affecting me.
So this morning while I'm a captive on the toilet, Child Rum deicded to raid my fridge and plop strawberries, a couple of chunks of cheese, at least a soup spoon size serving of tuna macaroni salad and milk into the blender we keep on the counter. Fortunately, I stopped her from actually turning on the blender.
Last night, whilst I was doing things around the house, she decided to run water in the bathroom sink, and splash water all over the floor & counter of the bathroom. Not caring that there were books (All. Mine. The bathroom is my "reading room") all over the counter and she ruined about 95% of them.
We had to meet up with Mr. Rum's cousins from Nebraska. That was an eff-up from the get-go. Cousins come into Fredericksburg (to stay with middle bro & his family) saturday night. For the past week, all we knew was that we were going to have dinner with the cousins. Nope, turns out, we were supposed to be hanging out with them all day. So we go out, in the unbearable heat, I'm having an asthma attack, clutching to my little umbrella that I was using to shield me from the heat (and getting dirty looks from strangers because of it - I might be 5'3" and almost 300 pounds, but darnit! I do have a delicate constitution)! For dinner we end up at a hole-in-the-wall-type of seafood place. (The broiled shrimp were surprisingly awesome). I ordered Child Rum her dinner (no appetizers for her 'cos she likes calamari and they had none as an appetizer).
Now Child Rum has the "I want to eat off of everyone else's plates as well as my own" syndrome. We don't eat a lot of seafood at home (I don't make it and except for shrimp & canned tuna, I don't like to eat it). However, Little Miss Nosy wanted to try everything on everyone else's appetizers (there were 4 appetizers ordered - 2 sets of chicken wings, coconut shrimp, and clams). I kept trying to keep Child Rum from sampling everything because she has this habit of, either licking something or taking a bite and then spitting it out because she doesn't like it, it's disgusting and I didn't want her doing that in public (I'm still trying to curb it at home too).
Come to find out that she loves coconut shrimp. Great. So not only does she get chicken fingers/fries for dinner, but Mr. Rum also orders her coconut shrimp. Everyone sitting near us is letting Child Rum eat off their plates.
3 problems here:
1. It lets Child Rum know that she doens't have to listen to me in public. I'm doing this not only for the safety of Child Rum (I don't want her to sample too many seafood things and if she has an allergic reaction, not know what she's allergic to).
2. Mr. Rum overruled me. In front of his family. Let me repeat: HE. DID. NOT. BACK. ME. UP. IN. FRONT. OF. HIS. FAMILY. When I said "No, she can't eat off of other people's plates." Instead of: "Okay Rummy Honey, family don't give into her whining", he said: "What's the harm?" As everyone else was like, "Oh, I don't mind."
3. Except for his sophomore year in High School, Mr. Rum has been FAT for his entire life (he was a fat baby, toddler, kid ... you get the picture). I do not want my daughter to be fat. She's 4'2" and 72 and 3/4 pounds. My sister was fat. She didn't like riding the bus nor did she like going to school because of the taunts she got. Even though my daughter has Autism, and doesn't really pay attention to what kids say, I don't want her being taunted about her size.
Right now, I'm trying hard not to cry again as I'm typing this.
I'm really at the end of my rope.
I have to call my therapist back. He missed our appointment last month, but I really need to talk to him or someone.
I really can't go on.
I want out.
But my family doesn't think I should leave him because he "let's me stay home with our daughter" and I should be grateful for that.
For the past week, I've been having stomach problems. Let's just say water-like substances are coming out of the wrong hole (and leave it at that). I think it's the heat/humidity that has invaded my state affecting me.
So this morning while I'm a captive on the toilet, Child Rum deicded to raid my fridge and plop strawberries, a couple of chunks of cheese, at least a soup spoon size serving of tuna macaroni salad and milk into the blender we keep on the counter. Fortunately, I stopped her from actually turning on the blender.
Last night, whilst I was doing things around the house, she decided to run water in the bathroom sink, and splash water all over the floor & counter of the bathroom. Not caring that there were books (All. Mine. The bathroom is my "reading room") all over the counter and she ruined about 95% of them.
We had to meet up with Mr. Rum's cousins from Nebraska. That was an eff-up from the get-go. Cousins come into Fredericksburg (to stay with middle bro & his family) saturday night. For the past week, all we knew was that we were going to have dinner with the cousins. Nope, turns out, we were supposed to be hanging out with them all day. So we go out, in the unbearable heat, I'm having an asthma attack, clutching to my little umbrella that I was using to shield me from the heat (and getting dirty looks from strangers because of it - I might be 5'3" and almost 300 pounds, but darnit! I do have a delicate constitution)! For dinner we end up at a hole-in-the-wall-type of seafood place. (The broiled shrimp were surprisingly awesome). I ordered Child Rum her dinner (no appetizers for her 'cos she likes calamari and they had none as an appetizer).
Now Child Rum has the "I want to eat off of everyone else's plates as well as my own" syndrome. We don't eat a lot of seafood at home (I don't make it and except for shrimp & canned tuna, I don't like to eat it). However, Little Miss Nosy wanted to try everything on everyone else's appetizers (there were 4 appetizers ordered - 2 sets of chicken wings, coconut shrimp, and clams). I kept trying to keep Child Rum from sampling everything because she has this habit of, either licking something or taking a bite and then spitting it out because she doesn't like it, it's disgusting and I didn't want her doing that in public (I'm still trying to curb it at home too).
Come to find out that she loves coconut shrimp. Great. So not only does she get chicken fingers/fries for dinner, but Mr. Rum also orders her coconut shrimp. Everyone sitting near us is letting Child Rum eat off their plates.
3 problems here:
1. It lets Child Rum know that she doens't have to listen to me in public. I'm doing this not only for the safety of Child Rum (I don't want her to sample too many seafood things and if she has an allergic reaction, not know what she's allergic to).
2. Mr. Rum overruled me. In front of his family. Let me repeat: HE. DID. NOT. BACK. ME. UP. IN. FRONT. OF. HIS. FAMILY. When I said "No, she can't eat off of other people's plates." Instead of: "Okay Rummy Honey, family don't give into her whining", he said: "What's the harm?" As everyone else was like, "Oh, I don't mind."
3. Except for his sophomore year in High School, Mr. Rum has been FAT for his entire life (he was a fat baby, toddler, kid ... you get the picture). I do not want my daughter to be fat. She's 4'2" and 72 and 3/4 pounds. My sister was fat. She didn't like riding the bus nor did she like going to school because of the taunts she got. Even though my daughter has Autism, and doesn't really pay attention to what kids say, I don't want her being taunted about her size.
Right now, I'm trying hard not to cry again as I'm typing this.
I'm really at the end of my rope.
I have to call my therapist back. He missed our appointment last month, but I really need to talk to him or someone.
I really can't go on.
I want out.
But my family doesn't think I should leave him because he "let's me stay home with our daughter" and I should be grateful for that.
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