About Last Night

Last night I just lost it. Last week, our pattern broke and there was no downturn in moods or behaviors. That was super awesome. But this week has been an exercise in challenges day after day, moment after moment. We had a tech blackout for couple of days, there were hours where she was sent to her room. The defiance, the yelling, the anger, the lying…oh the lying. By last night I was over it, so over it. So I went to bed.

After a back and forth related to a couple of what should’ve been minor issues, I just threw up my hands and said something that seems unthinkable. It was a mixture of truth and a lie all rolled into one.

I said, “I don’t care.”

I’m sure in one of the dozens of books I’ve read that I’m not supposed to say that. Ever.  And of course I do care, but I consciously just threw up my hands and told her that I didn’t care how long she stayed up, didn’t care that she wouldn’t do her chores, didn’t care that she found the need to retwist her hair last night inconvenient, I didn’t care that she got nasty with a teacher requiring a phone call from the school and I just didn’t care what she did last night.

I went to my room. Did a couple of work emails, twisted my hair, showered and went to bed at 9pm. Lights out and everything. For a few minutes I lay in the dark thinking, “This is so absurd. I know this is a mistake. I know there must be some other kind of way to deal with all of this.” But I just couldn’t will myself to get up and deal with one more minute of any of it last night.

I woke up a couple of hours later and the house was dark. I thought of all the things in our routine that I do to make sure she is ready for bed. The hair twisting, the water bottle filling, setting the alarm, closing the blinds, making sure the closet door is closed, fluffing her pillow, fluffing her bedding when I tuck her in, kissing her forehead, clicking the light, asking her to tell me “when” as I draw the door closed and putting up the doggie gate so The Furry One doesn’t go wandering.

I didn’t do any of it last night. It bothered me; I’m sure it bothered her. I missed kissing her forehead most of all.

I got the petitions from my attorney yesterday to finalize my adoption yesterday. Coincidence? Probably not. Of course I’ve already signed them; I need to drop them off at FedEx later today. I’m so excited about this next step. I didn’t even hesitate to sign the papers; mailing them seems to be another story. There’s just a lot of emotions and it all boils down to less than 10 sheets of paper and a check to my attorney.

Ten sheets of paper and there’s a 12 year old in my house. That’s so crazy.

Seeing that paperwork just has me…wondering what the hell I’m doing. Oh I’m not backing out; I’m all in, but it’s kind of like buying your first house or car and you love it and it’s so exciting, but you harbor questions about whether you can really handle this even though you’ve run the numbers a million times. Even though you are handling it.  You just wonder what the heck are you doing and how the heck did you end up here.

I’ve read that this emotional hiccup is normal and passes, but ugh. I can see, in the light of day, how my brain and heart just needed to shut down.  For some reason it was just too much.

This morning I had to deal with a scared kid who looked like Don King. I sent Hope to school rocking her first puff today. #irockroughandtuff

Her thoughts?

“I’m going to get picked on today.”

Hey, I did decorate her puff with a lovely flower. But yeah, I’ve got to do hair tonight.

Over breakfast, I prayed for peace over this house and I silently prayed for peace in my heart and patience…dump trucks of patience.

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13 responses to “About Last Night

  • puddin85

    Don King….that is one way to put the importance of our hair regimen in perspective!! I’m happy you were able to take a break. I called it “putting myself in timeout”. Sometimes I just KNEW that the best thing was for me to walk away (although not very far because she was little lol). I hope you two have a better week ♡

    • AdoptiveBlackMom

      She somehow thought that putting on the sleep cap would magically make her hair right. When I pulled that thing off this morning…smh.

      On the upside, I got nearly 8 hours of sleep.

      • puddin85

        Lol….#shegonelearntoday. Guess who heard back from Ecuador? ?! It’s a study abroad type opportunity but I love it.

        • AdoptiveBlackMom

          OMG, OMG!!!!! I’m so excited!! Seeeeeeeee!!!! Holy Homeboy was just waiting for you to jump into the plans he has for you! 🙂 So excited!

          Hope should be home soon, I can’t wait to see how the puff stood up (out) today. I’m going to get her together. 🙂

        • puddin85

          Nothing is final at all but I’ve been so frustrated (silently)..I’m just excited to have any news to share!
          I love a big puff and a flower! That was my signature for a minute. She will appreciate the hair care ♡

  • AdoptiveNYMomma

    Don King comment made me laugh out loud. Glad you both survived the giltch

  • SerialAdopter

    That gives a whole new meaning to “natural” consequences – LOL!

  • Anon

    Looping in and sending positive energy your way. Have been incognito as I finally got my first placement, a five-year old girl who is now in her third foster home. “Selfless” is just a word in the dictionary until you have to demonstrate it — especially on a continual basis. Far easier read and said than done. If you don’t take care of yourself there’s not much of anything you can give Hope. Thanks, as always, for your transparency.

  • Instant Mama

    So how did the hair work out for her? No teasing, I hope. I think sometimes an all too dramatic reaction is ok. Not maybe good, but certainly not the end of the world disaster we are tempted to think it is. Sometimes they need a taste of their own medicine. And need to know that we can still love someone even if we have to take a short timeout.

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