Grounded by Proxy

No one told me that by grounding my kid, I effectively ground myself too.  As a kid, I didn't care about getting grounded; my preferred activity was hanging out in my room reading anyway.  But as a grownup, it really bites.  Whatever plans I had for the time that Miss G was supposed to be busy elsewhere over the weekend were switched out for being a warden instead. 

Miss G is a great kid with lots of cheerful enthusiasm but crappy impulse control.  Her common sense is slowly expanding with age, but she's just so GO GO GO, sometimes she can't stop in time.  I'm terrified this won't change before she finds herself in a situation in which it's vital she exercise better judgment... about things like drugs and sex, for instance.  (Though I'm sure she won't do either of those things.  Ever.)

So, I ground her, and hope it forces her to think about whatever impulse she couldn't control this time.  Being cooped up in one room for an entire weekend is torture for a bouncy kid like Miss G.  It leaves her no choice but to listen to her own thoughts for a while, something she doesn't make time for otherwise. I don't like grounding her one bit, but I hold myself responsible for teaching her how to slow down, pay attention, listen to her intuition, just the same as I taught her how to tie her shoes.


Back on the Wagon...

Okay, the holidays really jacked up my self-appointed weekly posting schedule.  And then some other stuff happened, and life got really distracting for about a month. But, here I am now, freshly landed in a new year.

THANK GOD.  I don't think I have ever been more ready for a fresh start in my life. 

This year, I have a long list of things I want to accomplish.  That's okay though, cause it's only January 18, and a couple biggies have already been smacked out of the park.

I finally committed myself to a clean break from my job and asked for a layoff of indeterminate length.  I have a love-hate relationship with construction.  Mentally, I want to love it.  Physically, my body is solidly on the hating side. Arms folded and glaring.  Since embarking on this career change 4 years ago, I've developed chronic sinusitis, hair-trigger allergies, migraines, spinal alignment problems, athlete's foot, and tennis elbow.  Never had any of these issues before.  Maybe the real mystery (now that I'm reading back that list) is why I kept on doing this for so long.  Well.  I had my reasons.  But it's time to let go, and move on to figuring out what's next.  The first career choice on my list is to be a real mom, and make breakfast for Miss G before school, something my work schedule has prevented me from doing for years.  I cannot wait to make muffins from scratch tomorrow.