Saturday, November 30, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Ups and Downs
Things have really been all over the place lately.
On the up side, we've transferred to a larger unit in our co-op.
Which is also a down side.
Moving sucks.
We've gone from a 3 bedroom townhouse to a 5 bedroom townhouse. We were able to use the last 9 days or so of the month to move, which we did slowly. Very slowly. We all got sick. First, The Watcher got a mild cold. She recovered quickly, though she did try to milk it for all she was worth at first. I had a talk with her and she stopped the behaviour, which was a help. Unfortunately, she passed the cold on to the rest of us.
Except her sister, Beetle Child, who got a UTI. We'd been working with her on the bedwetting, with little success and a whole lot of stress on me. Unfortunately, we couldn't get past the fact that she 1) didn't care and 2) had been convinced by her father that she was incapable of controlling her bladder. We got rid of the pull ups, stopped putting a soaker directly under her, instead putting it under a plastic sheet, and otherwise threw in the towel and let her deal with the consequences. That turned out to be a painful UTI (she'd had others before, without knowing it). Though painful, she acted as if it were the end of the world. At least she tried to. She didn't get much of a rise out of us, so she tried it with her mother, which cut a visit short. I have no doubt she was experiencing some pain, but the exaggerated performance ended before we even got home, and stopped entirely after that. We weren't impressed, considering the stress we were going through with the move at the time, on top of myself, Eldest and Youngest being thoroughly ill. Dh, thankfully, didn't catch it until *after* we got to the point that he could start sleeping in the new unit (he had to wait until our Internet got transferred, so he could work from home).
This is move number 18 for me, and it was the most difficult and stressful of all of them. You'd think it would have been less stressful, considering we were moving such a short distance. Except we were moving from a 2 floor unit, with an outside set of stairs that are equal to 1 1/4 floors, to a 3 floor unit with 2 indoor sets of stairs. Plus, the old unit had the balcony stairs, which are split into 3 sections and equal about 1 1/2 floors.
I stopped and tried to calculate it when we were finally done. In one 4 day stretch, I figure I walked the equivalent of 300 floors. Or, should I say, 150 floors up, then 150 floors down. There was the up and downing within the old unit, my frequent runs outside to and from various things, plus the stairs in the new unit, over and over again. My last morning of moving, I did the equivalent of 30 floors of stairs in 2 hours, plus the walk between units, before I finally crashed and burned, scaring the heck out of Dh. Dh was banned from helping because of his back problems, which have gotten worse lately, and Eldest and Youngest were both so sick that, at one point, I was the only one left who could continue packing and moving things, and even that was only because I medicated to the gills. Eldest and Youngest, sick as they were, were amazing in getting things done. I could never have managed without them.
But it's done now, and we're slowly unpacking. The unit is so completely different from the previous one, it's difficult to figure out where and how to unpack. Odd differences. For example, we now have 3 bathrooms. The first floor bathroom is a half-bath, just like the main floor bathroom in the old place. The difference? No medicine cabinet. Plus, it's slightly narrower. So we can't just move the stuff from one bathroom to the other; it doesn't fit.
Then there's this odd thing about the second floor bathroom, which is a 4 piece bathroom. The sink is mounted off centre in the counter. There is actually more counter space than our previous full bath, yet there is less storage space. For some reason, instead of installing drawers under the part of the counter that doesn't have a sink in it, the drawers are on the opposite side. The top drawer is only about 6-8 inches long, and the bottom one is maybe 10 inches long. Barely anything fits in either of them. Meanwhile, the cupboard doors beside them still have some of the piping running through part of the space, so even that section doesn't have as much room as our previous bath.
As if that weren't strange enough, the toilet is so close to the counter, my arm rubs against it when I use it, but there's plenty of space between the toilet and the tub. I'm thinking the counter got extended at some point. Whatever the reason, the lack of space means there's no way we could put in our over the toilet shelf, even if we still had it. It didn't survive the move. There's also no place to put the cart we were using for towels nd washclothes. We'd kept it below the towel rack before, but now there's a toilet roll holder in that space. It does at least have a medicine cabinet but, again, there's no way we can simply transfer one bathroom to another.
Then there's things like getting rid of our desk. It was a great desk, but huge and heavy. It couldn't go upstairs, where we have the computers and Internet hooked up (Dh now has a workstation in the master bedroom, where we have also been finally able to assemble the weight machine we got for him as part of his physio). As our new unit has a ground floor front door, the girls' mom will be able to visit us, so we want to keep it as open as possible for her to be able to maneuver her wheelchair (we even have little ramps we can put down to make it easier for her to get in and out!). So, no more desk, which means all the stuff that was in and on the desk is now homeless.
On the up side, Eldest and Youngest have the entire 3rd floor to themselves, including a bathroom that is bigger than the bedroom I've converted into my office/crafting room. Three of the 5 bedrooms are huge, and Eldest even has a balcony, where Youngest will be doing gardening in the spring. Eldest tried to put a priority on setting up her art desk and supplies, so she could get back to work as quickly as possible, but it still took a while. She almost used up her entire buffer of pages before I was able to get the computer and scanner set up for her to get new ones up and ready. Youngest, meanwhile, finally has her own private space, with room enough to practise her guitar (though we still can't afford to start her lessons up again). She plans to get herself a rocking chair, so she can sit in a corner and rock while working on her crochet.
Then we had an upside that turned into a downside. There was actually a possibility that The Watcher and Beetle Child's mother could move into our co-op, as several accessible units came available at the same time. Unusual enough on its own, but even more unusual because nobody died, which is how accessible units usually come available. The units are all 2 or 3 bedrooms. The accessible units typically have a multi-year waiting list, and their mom has been on it for at least 2 years. In fact, the only reason she lost the girls to their dad was because there were no accessible units with care staff like we have, anywhere in the city. Her membership was approved in general, and a 2 bedroom unit had been set aside for her, but the care staff and provincial home care had to approve it, too. Everything was looking good, and we were actually looking forward to helping her move in the next few weeks. That would have allowed the girls to see their mom every day, if she were up to it, and we were even planning on transitioning them to her on a permanent basis over the next year or so. Then home care determined her needs were too much for our care staff and didn't approve the move. How utterly disappointing, and extremely frustrating. There's a lot behind it I won't mention here, but I'm pretty pissed off over some of the reasons she got turned down. There's another major down side to this happening, too, but I am not going to write about it here. At least not yet.
Aside from all that, the new girls have been doing really well. One of the huge changes is that, in the last while, they have been doing a lot of truly creative play, and without having to have someone walk them through things. At home, they've actually started playing with their Lego creatively, which they hadn't been before (how does a child not figure out things to do with Lego??), they've both started reading for pleasure, and their imaginative play has become more... well, imaginative! With their mom, they have been doing lots of arts and crafts type things and playing games and discovering that math doesn't have to be boring and painful, but can actually be fun and useful.
There are still issues, of course. A lot of them are the sorts of issues one would normally expect for a 9 and almost 8 year old, but made more complicated by the damage done to them by their dad. Their speech problems are still an issue, but it will take time and a lot of effort for those to be helped. Their vocabulary is increasing, yet sometimes they both suddenly play dumb and don't know the meanings of words they know and have heard and used themselves, many times. Beetle Child had stopped bedwetting for a while, what with the UTI and all, only to start up again for no conceivable reason; she went from being pleased with herself for being able to hold it all night, to not even bothering to use the toilet before bed, then wetting herself in less than an hour after lying down.
A much more dramatic improvement is in their learning how to communicate in a more direct manner. They had picked up on their dad's habit of talking in circles around what they actually wanted to say, rather than say it directly. That resulted in utter and complete incoherency at times. Now they are learning to stop and think through what they want to say, and to say it concisely, rather than the verbal diarrhea they were doing before.
All in all, the improvements are huge, which sometimes makes the difficulties which remain that much more incomprehensible. Every now and then, they just seem to regress.
On the up side, we've transferred to a larger unit in our co-op.
Which is also a down side.
Moving sucks.
We've gone from a 3 bedroom townhouse to a 5 bedroom townhouse. We were able to use the last 9 days or so of the month to move, which we did slowly. Very slowly. We all got sick. First, The Watcher got a mild cold. She recovered quickly, though she did try to milk it for all she was worth at first. I had a talk with her and she stopped the behaviour, which was a help. Unfortunately, she passed the cold on to the rest of us.
Except her sister, Beetle Child, who got a UTI. We'd been working with her on the bedwetting, with little success and a whole lot of stress on me. Unfortunately, we couldn't get past the fact that she 1) didn't care and 2) had been convinced by her father that she was incapable of controlling her bladder. We got rid of the pull ups, stopped putting a soaker directly under her, instead putting it under a plastic sheet, and otherwise threw in the towel and let her deal with the consequences. That turned out to be a painful UTI (she'd had others before, without knowing it). Though painful, she acted as if it were the end of the world. At least she tried to. She didn't get much of a rise out of us, so she tried it with her mother, which cut a visit short. I have no doubt she was experiencing some pain, but the exaggerated performance ended before we even got home, and stopped entirely after that. We weren't impressed, considering the stress we were going through with the move at the time, on top of myself, Eldest and Youngest being thoroughly ill. Dh, thankfully, didn't catch it until *after* we got to the point that he could start sleeping in the new unit (he had to wait until our Internet got transferred, so he could work from home).
This is move number 18 for me, and it was the most difficult and stressful of all of them. You'd think it would have been less stressful, considering we were moving such a short distance. Except we were moving from a 2 floor unit, with an outside set of stairs that are equal to 1 1/4 floors, to a 3 floor unit with 2 indoor sets of stairs. Plus, the old unit had the balcony stairs, which are split into 3 sections and equal about 1 1/2 floors.
I stopped and tried to calculate it when we were finally done. In one 4 day stretch, I figure I walked the equivalent of 300 floors. Or, should I say, 150 floors up, then 150 floors down. There was the up and downing within the old unit, my frequent runs outside to and from various things, plus the stairs in the new unit, over and over again. My last morning of moving, I did the equivalent of 30 floors of stairs in 2 hours, plus the walk between units, before I finally crashed and burned, scaring the heck out of Dh. Dh was banned from helping because of his back problems, which have gotten worse lately, and Eldest and Youngest were both so sick that, at one point, I was the only one left who could continue packing and moving things, and even that was only because I medicated to the gills. Eldest and Youngest, sick as they were, were amazing in getting things done. I could never have managed without them.
But it's done now, and we're slowly unpacking. The unit is so completely different from the previous one, it's difficult to figure out where and how to unpack. Odd differences. For example, we now have 3 bathrooms. The first floor bathroom is a half-bath, just like the main floor bathroom in the old place. The difference? No medicine cabinet. Plus, it's slightly narrower. So we can't just move the stuff from one bathroom to the other; it doesn't fit.
Then there's this odd thing about the second floor bathroom, which is a 4 piece bathroom. The sink is mounted off centre in the counter. There is actually more counter space than our previous full bath, yet there is less storage space. For some reason, instead of installing drawers under the part of the counter that doesn't have a sink in it, the drawers are on the opposite side. The top drawer is only about 6-8 inches long, and the bottom one is maybe 10 inches long. Barely anything fits in either of them. Meanwhile, the cupboard doors beside them still have some of the piping running through part of the space, so even that section doesn't have as much room as our previous bath.
As if that weren't strange enough, the toilet is so close to the counter, my arm rubs against it when I use it, but there's plenty of space between the toilet and the tub. I'm thinking the counter got extended at some point. Whatever the reason, the lack of space means there's no way we could put in our over the toilet shelf, even if we still had it. It didn't survive the move. There's also no place to put the cart we were using for towels nd washclothes. We'd kept it below the towel rack before, but now there's a toilet roll holder in that space. It does at least have a medicine cabinet but, again, there's no way we can simply transfer one bathroom to another.
Then there's things like getting rid of our desk. It was a great desk, but huge and heavy. It couldn't go upstairs, where we have the computers and Internet hooked up (Dh now has a workstation in the master bedroom, where we have also been finally able to assemble the weight machine we got for him as part of his physio). As our new unit has a ground floor front door, the girls' mom will be able to visit us, so we want to keep it as open as possible for her to be able to maneuver her wheelchair (we even have little ramps we can put down to make it easier for her to get in and out!). So, no more desk, which means all the stuff that was in and on the desk is now homeless.
On the up side, Eldest and Youngest have the entire 3rd floor to themselves, including a bathroom that is bigger than the bedroom I've converted into my office/crafting room. Three of the 5 bedrooms are huge, and Eldest even has a balcony, where Youngest will be doing gardening in the spring. Eldest tried to put a priority on setting up her art desk and supplies, so she could get back to work as quickly as possible, but it still took a while. She almost used up her entire buffer of pages before I was able to get the computer and scanner set up for her to get new ones up and ready. Youngest, meanwhile, finally has her own private space, with room enough to practise her guitar (though we still can't afford to start her lessons up again). She plans to get herself a rocking chair, so she can sit in a corner and rock while working on her crochet.
Then we had an upside that turned into a downside. There was actually a possibility that The Watcher and Beetle Child's mother could move into our co-op, as several accessible units came available at the same time. Unusual enough on its own, but even more unusual because nobody died, which is how accessible units usually come available. The units are all 2 or 3 bedrooms. The accessible units typically have a multi-year waiting list, and their mom has been on it for at least 2 years. In fact, the only reason she lost the girls to their dad was because there were no accessible units with care staff like we have, anywhere in the city. Her membership was approved in general, and a 2 bedroom unit had been set aside for her, but the care staff and provincial home care had to approve it, too. Everything was looking good, and we were actually looking forward to helping her move in the next few weeks. That would have allowed the girls to see their mom every day, if she were up to it, and we were even planning on transitioning them to her on a permanent basis over the next year or so. Then home care determined her needs were too much for our care staff and didn't approve the move. How utterly disappointing, and extremely frustrating. There's a lot behind it I won't mention here, but I'm pretty pissed off over some of the reasons she got turned down. There's another major down side to this happening, too, but I am not going to write about it here. At least not yet.
Aside from all that, the new girls have been doing really well. One of the huge changes is that, in the last while, they have been doing a lot of truly creative play, and without having to have someone walk them through things. At home, they've actually started playing with their Lego creatively, which they hadn't been before (how does a child not figure out things to do with Lego??), they've both started reading for pleasure, and their imaginative play has become more... well, imaginative! With their mom, they have been doing lots of arts and crafts type things and playing games and discovering that math doesn't have to be boring and painful, but can actually be fun and useful.
There are still issues, of course. A lot of them are the sorts of issues one would normally expect for a 9 and almost 8 year old, but made more complicated by the damage done to them by their dad. Their speech problems are still an issue, but it will take time and a lot of effort for those to be helped. Their vocabulary is increasing, yet sometimes they both suddenly play dumb and don't know the meanings of words they know and have heard and used themselves, many times. Beetle Child had stopped bedwetting for a while, what with the UTI and all, only to start up again for no conceivable reason; she went from being pleased with herself for being able to hold it all night, to not even bothering to use the toilet before bed, then wetting herself in less than an hour after lying down.
A much more dramatic improvement is in their learning how to communicate in a more direct manner. They had picked up on their dad's habit of talking in circles around what they actually wanted to say, rather than say it directly. That resulted in utter and complete incoherency at times. Now they are learning to stop and think through what they want to say, and to say it concisely, rather than the verbal diarrhea they were doing before.
All in all, the improvements are huge, which sometimes makes the difficulties which remain that much more incomprehensible. Every now and then, they just seem to regress.
Monday, October 07, 2013
A bit of Time
Gosh, it's been ages since I've posted. At the moment, I've got all of 15 minutes before I have to start heading out again, but I thought I would take advantage of the time with a quick update.
Things have been... interesting.
As I've mentioned in previous posts, we're restarting our home school journey as The Watcher (almost 9) and Beetle Child (7) have joined our household. For how long, we don't know.
The summer has been difficult due to their father turning out to be a serious problem, even while out of the country. As we've learned more about the level of neglect, psychological abuse and even physical abuse the children suffered while living with him, we've had to deal with threats, police, children's services, the courts and more. At this point, I'm really, really glad I have kept this blog and my main blog anonymous, too. I truly believe that, even though their father is still out of the country, he is a real threat to the safety of our family and his own children.
As for our home school plans for the year, one thing we've decided is to stay well away from anything formally "academic." Especially with math. There's a fair bit of trauma associated with math.
Instead, despite the fact that they have always been home schooled, we are going through a period similar to "de-schooling." They're taking part in a 1 day a week home school supplemental program with a Waldorf school their mom was able to get them into, which is interesting and seems to be doing the girls some good, even if I do find them a bit on the creepy side - a tale for another time! They're also taking part in a group program for children who have suffered traumatic loss of a parent, whether through death or divorce. That program is just for 10 weeks. They seem to be enjoying it as well. I've been taking part in the parent's portion in place of their mother, which is something that is not normally how it works, but our situation is rather unusual.
In other areas, we're looking to get them individual counseling, but that will require a court order, and building up more legal walls to protect the children from their father. They no longer want to communicate with him at all anymore, and have even asked not to be told if there is any communication from him of any kind. They have been much happier and relaxed since then. Thankfully, after serving him with documents letting him know he faces a civil suit, criminal charges and a restraining order from us, he has stopped trying to contact us at all. Instead, he's started contacting their mother again and has been threatening her if she doesn't give in to his demands for unrestricted, unsupervised access to the children. That's not going over very well for him. I'm not sure what's more amazing - that he thinks he can get away with this behaviour, or that he thinks anyone would actually give in to his demands. He still portrays himself as some sort of victim, and the only person who actually cares for the children. Obviously, he doesn't believe how he parented them was at all neglectful or abusive. After all, he loves his children! You can tell, but all the shoes they have (almost all of which turned out not to fit) and clothes they have (many of which are shockingly inappropriate for the children or don't fit properly). Because love is measured in the things you buy, which apparently can make up for abusive and neglect. Funny, that.
We're also working on teaching the girls how to speak properly, as they didn't have proper speech or grammar, not to mention the ability to communicate thoughts coherently, modeled for them. Speech therapy should be in order, but I have to figure out how to do that, as we can't afford to pay for something like that out of pocket.
Now it's time for me to get them ready to go to their group program. The Watcher is proud to have learned how to tie the laces on her new shoes properly. What. She's only turning 9 this month. It's normal for a 9 yr old to not be able to tie her own shoelaces, right?
*sigh*
Things have been... interesting.
As I've mentioned in previous posts, we're restarting our home school journey as The Watcher (almost 9) and Beetle Child (7) have joined our household. For how long, we don't know.
The summer has been difficult due to their father turning out to be a serious problem, even while out of the country. As we've learned more about the level of neglect, psychological abuse and even physical abuse the children suffered while living with him, we've had to deal with threats, police, children's services, the courts and more. At this point, I'm really, really glad I have kept this blog and my main blog anonymous, too. I truly believe that, even though their father is still out of the country, he is a real threat to the safety of our family and his own children.
As for our home school plans for the year, one thing we've decided is to stay well away from anything formally "academic." Especially with math. There's a fair bit of trauma associated with math.
Instead, despite the fact that they have always been home schooled, we are going through a period similar to "de-schooling." They're taking part in a 1 day a week home school supplemental program with a Waldorf school their mom was able to get them into, which is interesting and seems to be doing the girls some good, even if I do find them a bit on the creepy side - a tale for another time! They're also taking part in a group program for children who have suffered traumatic loss of a parent, whether through death or divorce. That program is just for 10 weeks. They seem to be enjoying it as well. I've been taking part in the parent's portion in place of their mother, which is something that is not normally how it works, but our situation is rather unusual.
In other areas, we're looking to get them individual counseling, but that will require a court order, and building up more legal walls to protect the children from their father. They no longer want to communicate with him at all anymore, and have even asked not to be told if there is any communication from him of any kind. They have been much happier and relaxed since then. Thankfully, after serving him with documents letting him know he faces a civil suit, criminal charges and a restraining order from us, he has stopped trying to contact us at all. Instead, he's started contacting their mother again and has been threatening her if she doesn't give in to his demands for unrestricted, unsupervised access to the children. That's not going over very well for him. I'm not sure what's more amazing - that he thinks he can get away with this behaviour, or that he thinks anyone would actually give in to his demands. He still portrays himself as some sort of victim, and the only person who actually cares for the children. Obviously, he doesn't believe how he parented them was at all neglectful or abusive. After all, he loves his children! You can tell, but all the shoes they have (almost all of which turned out not to fit) and clothes they have (many of which are shockingly inappropriate for the children or don't fit properly). Because love is measured in the things you buy, which apparently can make up for abusive and neglect. Funny, that.
We're also working on teaching the girls how to speak properly, as they didn't have proper speech or grammar, not to mention the ability to communicate thoughts coherently, modeled for them. Speech therapy should be in order, but I have to figure out how to do that, as we can't afford to pay for something like that out of pocket.
Now it's time for me to get them ready to go to their group program. The Watcher is proud to have learned how to tie the laces on her new shoes properly. What. She's only turning 9 this month. It's normal for a 9 yr old to not be able to tie her own shoelaces, right?
*sigh*
Sunday, July 07, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Fun times, difficult times
First, I'll start off with the good stuff!
Youngest has been doing well with her driving lessons. In her last lesson, she parallel parked for the first time and did it perfectly, except that she stopped a couple of times rather than doing it in one smooth move. It turns out her instructor has come up with a mathematically precise method for parallel parking. After describing it to her, she followed it and it worked perfectly! She's described it to me and I *think* I understand it, but I'm not sure. I don't parallel park very often, so I haven't had a chance to try it myself.
Eldest and I had our first sales day at the event that will be happening every Saturday. With the weather, we ended up indoors and some artists never showed. Still, we had traffic and people who came specifically to see the sale. No one bought anything from any of us, but I hope the word spreads. We've got word of a couple of other events, some my stuff doesn't qualify for but Eldest will be able to take part in.
On Father's Day, we had plans to go to some botanic gardens run by a local university. Dh had asked for it as his Father's Day gift, as we haven't been in years. In the end, he had to stay home as he was in too much pain, but he encouraged us to go anyhow. Youngest stayed home with him, but I went wtih Eldest, The Watcher and Beetle Child. The girls had a blast right from the start as we left the city and drove through farm land and small towns to get there. The gardens are extensive and there was no way we'd be able to see all of it (we've been there several times in the past and still haven't seen all of it), but we got the big ones - a wetlands area, some different temperate zone gardens, a butterfly garden and finally a gloriously groomed Japanese garden.
On Monday, the girls got to spend most of the day with their mom, then they got to see her again on Tuesday, which is pretty darn awesome! It's so good to see them being able to spend time with her. Their behaviour and attitudes are noticeably changing. Perhaps the most obvious change we're seeing is how they are responding to the other residents at the care centre. They had been taught by their dad to avoid the residents for fear of catching whatever they had, and when a resident greeted them, they would turn away, avoid eye contact and ignore them. Now, they're talking to people and getting to know some of them, and are so much happier! It's been an amazing thing to see.
Meanwhile...
I finally got an email from their dad on the Saturday. He apologized for not contacting us sooner, explaining that he had to search for a company with month to month internet rather than yearly contracts, so it took a while. He mentioned some things about his father's condition and, to be honest, it sounds really off. I have no idea what his father is supposed to be sick with, but the combination of things he mentioned just don't make sense. Ah, well.
Then he said that he wanted to Skype with the girls on Sunday at noon. He's never asked us when would be a good time before, but until now, it had never been an issue. Since we were already planning on the trip to the gardens and wouldn't be home at the time he wanted, I wrote back saying we wouldn't be there and gave an evening alternative, or a Monday morning alternative.
I ended up going to see the girls' mom that evening and arrived as she was reading an email from him that had just come in. It was mind blowing! One of the most vile, disgusting emails I've encountered. He repeatedly went on about how much he hated her, how much he wished she were dead, etc. etc. It was so bad, she's planning to get a restraining order for when/if he comes back. So completely different from the relatively polite email I had received just a short time before. Wow.
I didn't hear back from him about the alternate times until Monday night, though I sent him an email on the Sunday night with a link to a photo set I'd put online, as there were so many photos. I logged onto the girls' Skype account at the times I'd suggested, just in case. I didn't hear from him until Monday night. This time, the email was far less polite. He objected to the photos being online, which is fine, but then went on about how the photos of the girls belonged to them and should only be on their computer. He then proceeded to make accusations and insults about various things, then making vague threats if I don't do what he wants, then telling me what day and time he wanted to talk to the girls.
I answered his email and put him straight about a few things, from the copyright on the photos to calling him on his insults and threats, pointed out his ungrateful attitude towards those trying to help him and told him to never threaten me again. I have not heard back from him.
The day and time he asked for worked for us, though, and that was this morning. I set The Watcher and Beetle Child up on their laptop and we waited.
And waited.
After more than half an hour, I logged them out and shut everything down.
Interestingly, while the girls were clearly looking forward to talking to him, they didn't seem as excited as the first time we tried this. When he didn't show up, they didn't express any disappointment, either. They just made a few questioning comments about why he might not have been able to log on. Then we had lunch, Eldest painted their nails, and now they're watching Avatar - Eldest has the entire series, and they've been really enjoying working their way through it all.
So now what? I don't know.
The poor girls. As much as I dislike the man, the girls want to talk to their dad, and this is incredibly unfair to them.
I really hope this all works out well in the end, but I can't even imagine what "works out well" would even look like at this point.
Youngest has been doing well with her driving lessons. In her last lesson, she parallel parked for the first time and did it perfectly, except that she stopped a couple of times rather than doing it in one smooth move. It turns out her instructor has come up with a mathematically precise method for parallel parking. After describing it to her, she followed it and it worked perfectly! She's described it to me and I *think* I understand it, but I'm not sure. I don't parallel park very often, so I haven't had a chance to try it myself.
Eldest and I had our first sales day at the event that will be happening every Saturday. With the weather, we ended up indoors and some artists never showed. Still, we had traffic and people who came specifically to see the sale. No one bought anything from any of us, but I hope the word spreads. We've got word of a couple of other events, some my stuff doesn't qualify for but Eldest will be able to take part in.
On Father's Day, we had plans to go to some botanic gardens run by a local university. Dh had asked for it as his Father's Day gift, as we haven't been in years. In the end, he had to stay home as he was in too much pain, but he encouraged us to go anyhow. Youngest stayed home with him, but I went wtih Eldest, The Watcher and Beetle Child. The girls had a blast right from the start as we left the city and drove through farm land and small towns to get there. The gardens are extensive and there was no way we'd be able to see all of it (we've been there several times in the past and still haven't seen all of it), but we got the big ones - a wetlands area, some different temperate zone gardens, a butterfly garden and finally a gloriously groomed Japanese garden.
On Monday, the girls got to spend most of the day with their mom, then they got to see her again on Tuesday, which is pretty darn awesome! It's so good to see them being able to spend time with her. Their behaviour and attitudes are noticeably changing. Perhaps the most obvious change we're seeing is how they are responding to the other residents at the care centre. They had been taught by their dad to avoid the residents for fear of catching whatever they had, and when a resident greeted them, they would turn away, avoid eye contact and ignore them. Now, they're talking to people and getting to know some of them, and are so much happier! It's been an amazing thing to see.
Meanwhile...
I finally got an email from their dad on the Saturday. He apologized for not contacting us sooner, explaining that he had to search for a company with month to month internet rather than yearly contracts, so it took a while. He mentioned some things about his father's condition and, to be honest, it sounds really off. I have no idea what his father is supposed to be sick with, but the combination of things he mentioned just don't make sense. Ah, well.
Then he said that he wanted to Skype with the girls on Sunday at noon. He's never asked us when would be a good time before, but until now, it had never been an issue. Since we were already planning on the trip to the gardens and wouldn't be home at the time he wanted, I wrote back saying we wouldn't be there and gave an evening alternative, or a Monday morning alternative.
I ended up going to see the girls' mom that evening and arrived as she was reading an email from him that had just come in. It was mind blowing! One of the most vile, disgusting emails I've encountered. He repeatedly went on about how much he hated her, how much he wished she were dead, etc. etc. It was so bad, she's planning to get a restraining order for when/if he comes back. So completely different from the relatively polite email I had received just a short time before. Wow.
I didn't hear back from him about the alternate times until Monday night, though I sent him an email on the Sunday night with a link to a photo set I'd put online, as there were so many photos. I logged onto the girls' Skype account at the times I'd suggested, just in case. I didn't hear from him until Monday night. This time, the email was far less polite. He objected to the photos being online, which is fine, but then went on about how the photos of the girls belonged to them and should only be on their computer. He then proceeded to make accusations and insults about various things, then making vague threats if I don't do what he wants, then telling me what day and time he wanted to talk to the girls.
I answered his email and put him straight about a few things, from the copyright on the photos to calling him on his insults and threats, pointed out his ungrateful attitude towards those trying to help him and told him to never threaten me again. I have not heard back from him.
The day and time he asked for worked for us, though, and that was this morning. I set The Watcher and Beetle Child up on their laptop and we waited.
And waited.
After more than half an hour, I logged them out and shut everything down.
Interestingly, while the girls were clearly looking forward to talking to him, they didn't seem as excited as the first time we tried this. When he didn't show up, they didn't express any disappointment, either. They just made a few questioning comments about why he might not have been able to log on. Then we had lunch, Eldest painted their nails, and now they're watching Avatar - Eldest has the entire series, and they've been really enjoying working their way through it all.
So now what? I don't know.
The poor girls. As much as I dislike the man, the girls want to talk to their dad, and this is incredibly unfair to them.
I really hope this all works out well in the end, but I can't even imagine what "works out well" would even look like at this point.
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