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I love him dearly but I don’t like sleeping with him

February 25, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

For the last two nights I had a full house here with five extra people staying over. To accommodate them I moved JJ out of his room and into mine, the plan being that he could sleep in my bed with me. There certainly ain’t no other male taking up that space at the moment.

Unfortunately this decision meant that I had two really bad nights of sleep. It probably didn’t help my sleep cause that I drank bourbons with coke before going to bed. Caffeine and I don’t have much contact so my body is not used to it so I had trouble getting to sleep.

It’s amazing that a person half my size can take up so much space in a queen size bed. Before I hopped into bed I put him back on his side, over as far as I possibly could but constant turning over meant each time that he would encroach on my space. I also got knees, elbows and toenails stuck into me. I cut his toenails last night before he went to bed by the way. After the first night’s restless sleep we both woke up at 6am because that’s what happens when you want a sleep in. The rest of the household was fast asleep so I said over and over that it was too early, go back to sleep. We both eventually did and I woke up with an elbow in my face. Fortunately it had been placed there without waking me.

Last night, I went to bed with renewed optimism that because I’d had such a crap night’s sleep the previous night surely this night would be better. It nearly was until at 2am he started sniffing and snorting. I passed him a tissue, but then the dreaded words, blood nose, were mentioned. Sure enough, when I turned on the light, there all the blood nose evidence was. I stemmed the flow, left him with a tissue up his nose, turned over the bloody pillow, ignored the blood stains on the sheets, went to the toilet, came back to bed, he went to the toilet and eventually turned out the light and managed to get some more sleep.

My house from 10 this morning is back to its normal numbers until tomorrow afternoon when they come back from their short trip. I think I’ll setup a mattress on the floor for JJ so I can get some sleep. I need it. If I don’t have enough sleep I’m not very nice to be around.

My sheets and mattress protector and his pillow are all on the line drying. Tonight I look forward to a solo, uninterrupted sleep with clean sheets. Tomorrow they’re back, and JJ is back with me and then we’re all going away for a few nights, and then I’ve got a weekend away child-free so I might not be blogging for a week or so.

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Coincidences and old friends

February 23, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

Today I will be seeing a friend for the first time in nearly 15 years. I can’t believe it’s nearly that long. Where did the time go?

I met her in the States, down in Florida I think? Then as we were both heading towards New York in roughly the same timeframe I kept bumping into her. I saw her again in Washington DC and we got talking and arranged to meetup in New York City. We’ve kept in touch ever since.

She’s from Switzerland so went back there in time for Christmas while I flew onto London. She came over to London while I was living there, I went to Switzerland and we travelled together in Israel and Egypt.

I had planned to see her when I was in Europe in 2000 but other circumstances prevented this from happening. Now she is literally hours away from landing on my doorstep and we’ll be spending nearly a week together. She comes with baggage though, a husband and three children. I can’t talk, I have baggage of my own. I’m really excited at the thought of seeing her again and it will be interesting to see how she’s changed, or if she’s changed much.

I’ve booked a beach house for a few nights outside of the city so we’ll be heading off there in a few days.

Today while I was shopping, preparing for the next few days, I was just in the middle of packing the shopping into my car. I looked up and just a few metres away from me was an old boyfriend. I met him just over 20 years ago and I thought I was in love then. I hung on for a couple of years until I finally woke up and realised that this wasn’t really a relationship at all, just a big waste of time. Of course, the times I saw him after that he wanted me and couldn’t believe I was strong enough to resist him. Stuff me around enough baby, and there’s no going back.

The last time I saw him I was with my boyfriend before my child’s father in the late 1990s so he didn’t know I had an offspring. I don’t hold any bad feelings toward him so I got his mobile number and I may contact him to catchup.

But for now, other friends beckon so I must go and do a final tidy up before they arrive.

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That house near my place IS a brothel

February 21, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

I live not too far away from a small shopping centre with a little supermarket, a video/dvd rental place and a fish and chip shop amongst other things. Therefore I often walk down there as it’s a lot more convenient than driving.

I have to pass a house that I’ve suspected is a brothel for quite some time. The hints that it probably is a brothel:

  • There is a string out lights (not red mind you) on the front of the house that are always on.
  • There are scantily clad women arriving and leaving (I was going to say coming and going, mmm).
  • There are men arriving and leaving.
  • These men and women arriving and leaving are at odd hours of the day, I’ve seen from 7am to much later at night – odd times for a more reputable business.
  • The blinds are always down at the front and the windows have security screens over them.
  • There is a vending machine out front (drinks, not condoms – that would have been a dead giveaway. I guess the working girls have the condoms – they are the vending machine).

The brothel location doesn’t really bother me as it’s not that close to my house and it is on a main road near a local government place and other daytime businesses so the comings and goings of workers and clientele shouldn’t bother too many people.

I finally asked a local friend this morning if she knew (as she knows everything) and she confirmed it for me.

So now I know, and if I ever get desperate for a buck (or perhaps something rhyming with buck), I know where to go.

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Shaggy dog

February 18, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

JJ has had a pretty hard time adjusting to being at school. He’s been there for just over half a year now and the adjustment’s still happening – the wheels grind slowly. I think he has a hard time making his own friends. He does have friends – they are kids of my friends that he has known all of his life so they’re used to his ways and he’s used to theirs.

Then along comes school, and JJ’s safety net of me has gone regarding the friends thing. He has to find his own way and he’s having a hard time of doing it. This is part of the reason why I’m seeing a psychologist about him because I want him to learn how to make friends as this will stand him in good stead for the rest of his life. It’s obviously not an innate thing that we know how to not scare potential friends away as JJ unfortunately seems to have a habit of doing to the kids at school.

His teacher thinks he’s insecure and this makes sense as insecurities make us overcompensate, and JJ’s way of overcompensating is putting himself right in people’s faces and scaring them away. He’s had issues with one particular kid in school. This kid is really quiet and doesn’t stand up for himself and JJ has tried to make friends with him.

At school swimming lessons a week or so ago, JJ was in the changeroom after the lesson and shook his head, shaking his hair like a dog does when they’re wet. He has lots of hair, like a shaggy dog, but only on his head of course, and as a result lots of water stays in it so when he shook his head, lots of water went over the quiet boy’s mum. She didn’t like it and asked him to stop. Well that’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull – he kept going.

She didn’t like him shaking his wet hair all over her and consequently told JJ’s teacher. I’m not quite sure what purpose that was supposed to serve, especially as playground policy for the kids is that they try and deal with things like this themselves and then if they can’t and/or there’s danger involved, that’s when they tell the teacher. I don’t think this was justified in this case. The only reason I heard about it from the teacher was because she mentioned it to me when we were talking about other stuff.

I don’t know if she mentioned it to the teacher because of JJ’s reputation, or because that’s the sort of person she is. But this is the sort of thing I guess we’re going to come up against at school.

The mum did tell me about the shaggy dog incident the next day at swimming and I laughed because I thought it was a bit funny. If it had happened to me I wouldn’t have told the teacher, I just would have worked it out between the kid and me, but maybe that’s the difference between being the parent of a spirited boy and a quiet one.

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Bike riding

February 14, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

I got mum’s photo album from her a few months ago so I could scan these types of photos for my records, and so I could put them in new albums for her as the original ones are a bit past it now, unlike me!

This was taken on the farm where I grew up and I think I’m about 5 here, so it was taken in about 1971.

I wish I still had that handbag. I distinctly remember it. It was made out of platic bits threaded together and it’s obviously lined.

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Child’s best advocate

February 11, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

As any sole parent out there knows it’s bloody hard work doing the parenting by yourself, particuarly when you don’t have the support of the father at all. It becomes even harder when there are difficulties that need to be worked out. Our difficulties have been brewing ever since my son – JJ – started school in the middle of last year. The main difficulty is his behaviour which has definitely not been angelic. He spent half an hour in the principal’s office on his second day at school for misbehaving in the classroom. Even with incidents like this and incidents in the playground and at family day care after school I kept thinking that things would work out and he’d just get it and start behaving.

I finally realised that this probably wouldn’t happen without some help. It had reached the stage where he nearly wasn’t allowed to go to family day care after school anymore. As I work 4 days a week out of the home, and there’s a shortaqe of after school care, it really freaked me out that he might be expelled from this and I’d have to find something else or that I wouldn’t find something else. Actually he wouldn’t have been completely thrown out as he’s been going there on and off ever since he was one, and she would have accommodated him until I found something else, but it would have disrupted him and me. I also noticed that he wasn’t getting invites to some birthday parties when lots of other kids did and of course I want him to be happy and get along with other kids and do the playdate with school mates thing.

During conversations with a good friend she said to me that I was my son’s best advocate and at the time I didn’t really take this on board. Last week though, I went to see a psychologist about him because I’m worried that his behaviour could escalate and he’ll become known as the school bully. This is the worst case scenario but I want to nip it in the bud.

After I finished my session with the psychologist (JJ meets her next week) I felt so so much better and being my son’s best advocate is coming home to me now. I had a talk with his new teacher and she’s just fabulous. We’ve lucked out there. She knows what he’s like and doesn’t put up with any bad behaviour from him or anyone else in her classroom so he listens to her because he knows there’s consequences. As she said it’s easier for her because she’s not emotionally involved. There’s consequences with me, but I am emotionally involved so don’t always carry through when I should. I was also given homework by the psychologist, one thing being positive play.

Positive play is where you let your child lead the play and you don’t give directions. There’s suggested toys for this, like building blocks, lego, magnetic blocks, crayons and paper. Toys to avoid are ones that encourage rough or aggressive play, ones that have preset rules or ones that lead the parent or child to pretend they are someone else. The idea is that imagination is encouraged without the play getting out of hand.

It is very hard to shift habits and not give direction when doing this type of play but I have noticed that after three days of it, that JJ enjoys it, I enjoy it and we have a laugh while doing it. It doesn’t have to last long – 5 minutes is recommended.

I know that any changes in JJ’s behaviour will not come about because the light switch goes on his head that he needs to change. He will have to learn appropriate behaviour and obviously this is harder for some kids than it is for others. But at least when I get the ‘teach your son how to behave properly’ comments which I have had occasionally I can say that I, and the school are taking steps to teach him how it’s appropriate to behave towards other kids and adults. I’ll be able to explain to them that this is not necessarily innate, but in his case it’s taking longer to learn and that something is being done about it.

I know there will still be incidents of naughty behaviour but I feel a whole lot better that I’m moving in the right direction to help teach him better behaviour.

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Scissor Sisters in Adelaide

February 11, 2007 by Jen at Semantically driven

Ever since their first album came out in 2004 I’ve been a fan of the Scissor Sisters and my dream of seeing them live came true on Thursday night. They were in Australia about 2 years ago but did not come to Adelaide much to my disgust.

They played at the Entertainment Centre on Thursday night and a girlfriend and I went along, suitably dressed up. Although I did feel a bit mutton dressed as lamb in my purple sparkly outfit which seems to be more clingy than it was last time I wore it.

They played at the Entertainment Centre which is not at all my favourite venue because of the size. I would much rather see a band like this at Thebarton Theatre but obviously more people will fit in the Entertainment Centre.

When they first started I was appalled at the sound but this settled down after the first song thank goodness.

I did learn that the band name – Scissor Sisters – is named after a position that lesbians use during sex. I’m so naive, I had no idea. I thought it was something to do with hairdressing.

After having heard their debut album and most of the new one, Tah Da, I much prefer the first one. Who can go past songs like ‘Filthy Gorgeous’, ‘Tits on the Radio’ and ‘Take your Mama’?

The 2 main singers, Jake and Ana (think I have the names right) were very entertaining while singing and Ana also entertained with her stories inbetween many of the songs. One of them was about a complaint they got after the show in Sydney from a parent who didn’t like the language used during the performance because her children were there. As Ana said, their band name is named after a lesbian sexual position and they hoped they didn’t offend anyone in Adelaide before saying just about every swear word you can think of to get it out of the way.

Now, I just have something to say to women that go to shows like this – don’t take your big handbags ladies. A concert like this is bound to have quite limited space and when you push in front of 2 lovely women that have been there securing their position for a little while and you stop right in front of them and your bloody handbag gets in the way, you can expect to have it subtly (or not) pushed out of the way. But I guess your ego is as big as your handbag so you don’t even notice.

Now 20 years ago I could understand the big handbags, after all a girl needed somewhere to put her hairspray to touch up the perm during a toilet break – not me because I used half a can each time I went out that lasted the whole night. Take a lesson from a more experience band goer darling, and have a small handbag for going out. One with a long strap that you can hang diagonally from one shoulder to another, with room enough for the phone, a small coin purse that you can squash notes in too, keys, and some lippy, and perhaps some chewing gum. That’s all you need and then you won’t piss anyone off with your larger bag.

I must say that I know this pushing thing inevitably happens at concerts but dancing with elbows strategically positioned helps in personal space creation.

One more thing at concerts, its inevitable that someone taller than you will stand right in front of you so you have to constantly try and peer around them to see the stage.

Back to the Scissor Sisters – it all seemed to be over quite quickly but they were probably on for an hour and a half and for my first big concert since Nick Cave I enjoyed it. Womad’s next on the list.

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