I believe it is Jose' that you refer to here, who fears that I will kick him out, and I would , without compunction. My son Andrew, on the other hand, no, never. I would not put a child out unless he had broken serious rules or simply did not have the brain power to make it to a better level. I believe that Andrew does not fear my putting him out, he fears his own failure and the lack of his ability to be able to function on his own. Andrew came back to me this evening and apologized / explained his inappropriate behavior and his emotional responses . He asked to be taught to function like I do, no matter what. I told him that maybe when he is past age 70 , that he may get it by then, that it has taken me this long. To - in the meanwhile , - to play it by ear and copy me as much as he could. He laughed. He said, ''Good night, Mom, thank for adopting me. '' I love you. '' I can always count on you.''
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Miami is still too hot and humid during the days, getting better evenings and early mornings , finally.
I was born and brought up in western Pa, rolling hills, winter snow blizzards, summer days of rain, a beautiful area with lush forests and amazing flowers in summer, ever greens. I long to go back for a few months at least during spring, summer and autumn , hoping for next year If I can still drive, and function ok, and take my dogs along.
Ice and snow in winter with those rolling hills ? No. Slush, dirty snow with ice underneath, not for me. The hills become ski slopes for vehicles and people both.
Miami, soft breezes, the scent of Jasmine at night, graceful palms, this is the place of my choice. Only now the population is not to my comfort and liking.
Andrew came thorough my tantrum ok, I think he is beginning to understand, if I find a pot not scoured , that pot is gone. I know how to solve arguments, just remove the object of dissension. Like now, no one is permitted to use the internet in my home. They have to go to Starbucks, The problem of the workers hiding in their rooms on the computer does no longer exist. Easy one that.
My eldest son also now has to dress and leave the house to go to his office at Starbucks. I made a rule, No one can sit and watch me work here. He has improved immensely since arriving here, and I am sure the zanax is due some credit also. Parents have to do what they believe is best for their children no matter what that is, no matter how old they are. It was interesting and poignant to me that his dad died on what was or wedding anniversary back in 2008. I still feel sad for his life being what it was. I think of him sometimes. He was 2 years younger than me but was plagued with emotional distress and illness throughout his life. I had no choice but to divorce him back in '76. He never recovered physically from any of it. Sad. Some people have sad lives. Our son and daughter both suffered from depression demons that finally killed him at a too early age. Sometimes I think of what could have and should have been there for us. Maybe I imagine a happy life for us that we did not have, what it would have been and that now we would have had grandchildren visit us like the song, Over the rivers and through the woods, to Grandmother's house we go - - that was my childhood dream. I must have gotten it from a Currier and Ives Christmas card scene.
I am concerned now about Andrew, my baby Rosa child, he has no formal education though he is intelligent , well read, but no credentials to find good career employment still. He seems not to be aware that the path to earn a decent income it going to college. Or perhaps he is but is afraid of not being able to do it. He rejects any suggestion of this from me. Meanwhile I am back to basics, sorting the containers left here. Pure fun.
The ticket is being born into a wealthy family and inheriting the family business. Commoners need not apply.
My son Stefan has said this over and over about his own education , background and inability to be financially successful. Finally now on this trip back he has been working with a company, Anatomie , designers for the wealthy of womens clothing on an individual basis, and also writing articles of travel , I am not even clear about that but one of his last efforts has been published into 4 different languages. I hope that he can build up a reputation and be able to work and live on that finally. As for me, I am having butterflies, panic feeling , again and I honestly do not know why nor what could be effecting me like this. I do feel again overwhelmed with the job at hand here in this damn house, again with the container piled up so high from having to empty the pantry to make room for the newest work away helper. She arrived Tuesday, a lovely , nice woman, who already had been much help . She is getting the idea that her job is cleaning. They all think they are to do the sorting - no matter what I say nor how often I say it - they all want to go into the containers and they think they can do it. They can not. I find this interesting. I hire them for cleaning, tending the little dogs, floors, windows, yard work, and they all immediately want to start digging into the storage stuff. This one seems to get it that no one can do that sorting stuff except me. Even our sons don't . I have told Andrew that I don't want his focus on clearing the house out, that we want him to focus on his getting a job, getting out in the world, doing something with his life and he came back with this, that he has just been out in the world and seen so many crazy people that he is grateful to be back home and to focus on helping us get it back to a normal place to live, and to help his father , etc etc. However, I don't even want him to try to ''help'' me with most of this, only carrying a box or container maybe. I fear he will fall back into old destructive patterns of living his days here , doing nothing but on the computer. When Jose is home, they do great - the physical work of outside - but when Jos'e is away working, no. I think I am myself beginning to fall back into the old ineffective patterns of existing here , pretending that it is ok here, and it is not . Really, I hate everything about this house and the disrepair that exists here now. Jos'e installed a beautiful kitchen but then guess what. . . . . he dropped a heavy stone tile onto the sink and dented it in, noticeably , then cut the installation for the sink way, way , way off center for the serving window, and it looks crazy. Like always, he does a 90 % great job at what he does and ruins it with the final touches or finishes it badly, or screws something up. I walk around form one screw up to another here, and its a knife in my stomach when I see each of them. So, it comes down to money I guess - hire a pro or endure what is here. I can't do either .
I have been emotionally affected again by what I have found in the last containers I did - the old photo albums and mementoes. Most of it simply needs to be thrown away . For certain now there is more visible congestion here and that is making me upset. I know that. I feel like I am caught in a whirl pool of stuff. Maybe they are right , I think, and I should just haul it out without looking at all into anything. I keep see-saw ing back and forth thinking of this.
When I even consider hauling the Stuff away without sorting it, I realize that It was sheer pleasure to again see the photos of my daughter as a young, healthy, beautiful girl, to see me with the grand sons, for me it is a miracle that we can capture moments in time and be able to see and live the emotions again. I want my grand sons to see their mom as she was, the real girl, bright and beautiful before her breakdown.
Its not the Stuff that troubles me, its the disrepair and slovenly done jobs that have been done here while I was not looking. I do realize that most of the kids simply did not/ do not have the brain power or organizational skills to have done much better, maybe they just did not care also, who knows, but I care.
To discard and destroy so much of what was good would cause me more grief and heartache than to continue at this sort of slow pace. I wish you could see a photo but in your mind, picture a room over 800 sq ft full of mountains of Stuff, floor to ceiling, wall to wall. Two years later working off and on, then picture it 2/3 empty with visible windows and 12 ft French doors that we can now see totally and open . Neither windows nor doors were even visible when I started.
Without photos or seeing in real life, this is not possible to really define. I was so very happy to see the big room nearly empty then we had to empty the pantry into it to make a bedroom for the new work away helper. That was awful but also good and forced us to start on that . Mixed curse and blessing. I had been using the panty as my overflow room , When our two sons came back home to roost last week, well, there went the bedrooms I had been using. The up side is that they have been working with Jose' doing the brutal, heavy work of digging and filling dirt around the new fence and laying the walk way. I know they are proud of their efforts with out saying anything. More later, I am of for a week to Disney. Sanity break for all of us. The work away is going to house and pet sit .
Re reading this over, I missed some things, like, I do not rule the roost, not at all. If I did, the house would never have been so neglected over so long nor would there be the disorder and disorganization that I am now dealing with. Only now, by being the worst dictator of the world, has anything gotten done, has any progress been made, has any serious cleaning been done as well as serious repairs and improvements. I have had to become a beast to accomplish this. That was when I had to order Andrew to either work 8 hours without mouth or leave and he left. It was similar with the others, they all mistook kindness for weakness, and when I asked, ''Would you please ?'' it was like a joke to them, like I was speaking a foreign language. I actually bent so far over backwards that any more and I would have fallen on my head and split it open on the cement. Now, Andrew was very good when he first returned home but he is gradually slipping back into his habits of the past. He is impatient with speaking to his dad and to me, had been rude also but I don't let him get away with it. Nor will I ever allow that. I have told him to leave if he is unhappy with us and how things are. Of course, I know I deserve so much better from him, from all the kids, but that's life. I have seen kids die trying to get parental approval and attention from abusive and neglectful parents in the Florida Child Welcare System, and as a Guardian ad Litem also, and I understand this psychology. It is just so damn wrong. Our kids were so privilaged in their lives, so beloved and well treated and even pampered, and they don't appreciate any of it. Kids abused and neglected dote on their horrible parents. We saw it time after time and in court . Humankind is so screwed up. I actually am ok, I understand this, I don't like it but I understand. I have let so much go by because I do understand the behavior even if I hate it, I try to make things better. I have my limits but I also give more slack than any of them deserve. I actually feel sorry for these children of ours, I truly do. We tried to teach them better, but no matter how much we teach, it matters only how much they are able to learn. It has been obvious to us that they simple don't have the brain power we would like them to have to live better lives. Nothing we can do about that.