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Blerg. RUM. And I need a drink.
Apr. 2nd, 2011 08:17 pmRUM has come and gone. My class went well (better than last time, many kinks are worked out now). John's first class went well. The second - he got one student, so they just went over his notes and chatted for a while.
The rest... *sigh*
Sarafina was sick, and so no face-time with "mom." Hopefully she's feeling better by now. I saw her adorable husband and child leave the site around 1ish and I've been a little concerned.
Rori was still sick, quite cranky, and generally difficult. Anneliese was... fair to middling. A couple of near-melt downs and some definite over-the-top behavior. And to top it off, I had a little encounter with a Knight who was... less than polite. I suspect he simply intended to correct an errant child, but instead took a moment when I was trying to avoid minor meltdown into major meltdown and sent ME over the edge. He did apologize very sweetly later. Though I never know how to take people trying to make up to me for something that was a little unfeeling by handing me "I work/know/associate with Autistic children, so I understand." Ha. If you don't live with one, you don't. Not really. And if you're so understanding, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be having this conversation to start with.
So I was a water works most of the way home. It's been a rough couple of weeks, and the Ol' Camel is starting to feel the strain.
And it leaves me with a bit of a conundrum. I'm starting to hate events. I feel no more comfortable there than I do, say, at church. I and my children are clearly a distraction/interruption/aggravation. Welcome? Not so much. No number of toys and snacks can really keep them totally distracted and content. Especially if nap time has come and gone. By the end of the day, I'm tired, my back hurts, I'm frustrated and crabby, and frequently didn't spend time with anybody that I don't see at home. I can't turn us out in adorable, perfectly matched period garb right down to little turn shoes. My children won't spend the entire day playing with a rag doll or a carved horse.
It's not that I don't enjoy the pursuits - costuming, needlework, even the tricksy politics of the Principality thing. I just sort of feel like the pursuists don't enjoy my family's company. I'm iffy on Squire's at this point. I might try Border War if I can figure out how to set up a sun shade and a little pool for the punkins. Not that anybody for that event has ever given me any guidance about where it's acceptable to set UP a Day Camp. (Been assholes about it, yes. Offered guidance, no.)
*frustrated*
The rest... *sigh*
Sarafina was sick, and so no face-time with "mom." Hopefully she's feeling better by now. I saw her adorable husband and child leave the site around 1ish and I've been a little concerned.
Rori was still sick, quite cranky, and generally difficult. Anneliese was... fair to middling. A couple of near-melt downs and some definite over-the-top behavior. And to top it off, I had a little encounter with a Knight who was... less than polite. I suspect he simply intended to correct an errant child, but instead took a moment when I was trying to avoid minor meltdown into major meltdown and sent ME over the edge. He did apologize very sweetly later. Though I never know how to take people trying to make up to me for something that was a little unfeeling by handing me "I work/know/associate with Autistic children, so I understand." Ha. If you don't live with one, you don't. Not really. And if you're so understanding, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be having this conversation to start with.
So I was a water works most of the way home. It's been a rough couple of weeks, and the Ol' Camel is starting to feel the strain.
And it leaves me with a bit of a conundrum. I'm starting to hate events. I feel no more comfortable there than I do, say, at church. I and my children are clearly a distraction/interruption/aggravation. Welcome? Not so much. No number of toys and snacks can really keep them totally distracted and content. Especially if nap time has come and gone. By the end of the day, I'm tired, my back hurts, I'm frustrated and crabby, and frequently didn't spend time with anybody that I don't see at home. I can't turn us out in adorable, perfectly matched period garb right down to little turn shoes. My children won't spend the entire day playing with a rag doll or a carved horse.
It's not that I don't enjoy the pursuits - costuming, needlework, even the tricksy politics of the Principality thing. I just sort of feel like the pursuists don't enjoy my family's company. I'm iffy on Squire's at this point. I might try Border War if I can figure out how to set up a sun shade and a little pool for the punkins. Not that anybody for that event has ever given me any guidance about where it's acceptable to set UP a Day Camp. (Been assholes about it, yes. Offered guidance, no.)
*frustrated*