There is a part of me that wants to keep track of every thing the Harpy does to piss me off. Every favour asked, every screw-up, every stupid thing she ever says. I suppose that's what the blog was originally about - venting these absurdities. But there is another part of me that knows that it is not only futile, but unhealthy to dwell on these things and so I try not to. But her audacity sometimes is just so amazing to me that I cannot help but think about it.
For instance, two weeks ago I was writing about this agreement and all the difficulties we were having and how I hoped that the whole thing would be over soon. Three nights ago, my husband is on the phone, explaining to her why he is unwilling to give up half of the Thanksgiving weekend with his daughter so that the Harpy can take her. I mean, didn't we just settle all of this? And to make matters worse, she, once again, tries to use Mojo as a weapon in her unrelenting war of manipulation. She actually has her call her Daddy to ask him why he won't let her go see her Nanny and Papa, because she really misses them and wants to see them. And it's not like it's the first time the Harpy has done this, she does it all the time!
I'm happy to report that it backfired somewhat, when Hubby explained to Mojo that she was going to see her maternal grandparents on a weekend before Thanksgiving, so that she wouldn't even have to wait that long to see them, and that she could even go and see them after Thanksgiving if her mother wanted to take her -- her response -- Oh! Okay!
Of course, two days later, by the time she shows up here for the weekend, her mother has been whining to her about it so much that the kid is confused again.
Why is it that some people have such a hard time understanding that kids are kids, not small adults, and that it's not appropriate to treat them like they're your buddy? I mean, I am all for respecting them as human beings and trying to help them understand things which are confusing to them and all, but come on! There are some things -- a lot of things in fact -- which are better kept to oneself.
And now, I've reached the part where I'm telling myself to just let this all go. I'm irritated over something that I can neither control nor change and so I need to just let it go -- I know this. But I stink at it. Any tips?
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