Our Poly Life

Our life as a polyamorous quad

Leaving the nest April 3, 2009

Filed under: Temptress, The Laundry Goddess — WhitMoore @ 8:51 am
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This morning one of our chicks is taking a huge leap from home and away from the protective shelter of our nest.
Miss Academic is jetting away on a school trip for the next 9 days to Greece.
We are all pleased and excited for her to be able to have this wonderful opportunity, but we would not be mothers if there were not trepidation over this journey.
One of our younglings is traveling half a world away, far from our reach… she goes with our love and our blessings.
We hope each of you will take a moment over the next 9 days to send her a bit of heartfelt good energy to help us keep her safe.

Have a wonderful time darling ! We love you….

The Mommies

 

Scout's Honor November 24, 2008

How many times in this life are we faced with decisions that have no clear cut answers?  How often must we make judgment calls on what is “right” and “fair” and “just?”

 

Today I caught one of our children in a situation that could at best be considered a lie by omission and at worst a manipulation by intent.  It was one of those situations where it would have felt better if the child was a puppy and the appropriate course of action was to just rub their noses in their own mess, but alas, children are not so easily trained as canines.

 

The challenge came not from a lack of acceptable consequences, but knowing that the best choice for the child put other adults (outside our home) in a predicament.  Or worse, another adult’s irresponsibility interferes with our ability to appropriately discipline said offending child.  Have I confused you yet?  Ok, here it is a little more clearly:

 

Scout, our young man 14, frequently spends time with his paternal grandparents.  He loves being able to be Chef on Duty for them, and I think down deep he loves the fact that their failing health issues “need” his presence.  They, in return, seem to be totally grateful that he is willing to care for them, if even on a part time basis.

 

To complicate matters, Big’s younger brother (7 years his junior) has always had a tough time standing on his own feet.  Now at age 34, he’s living in his parents smallish home with his two elementary aged children who are nothing short of taxing.  In addition, he is sometimes accompanied by his ex-wife while they scuffle through an on-again, off-again relationship.

 

I will refrain from my biased discourse on the psychological basis for Baby Brother’s immature lifestyle, but I can comment he feels everyone should sympathize with and tolerate his neediness and absurd circumstances without any recompense.  He sees the world through selfish eyes and lives his life in victim mode.

 

With that understanding, when Scout is at the Grandparent’s place, he is also cooking and cleaning for the Uncle and cousins, or in more recent months, doing a good deal of childcare due to the elder’s health restrictions.  For this service he takes no pay, only an opportunity to escape life at home and be useful in another environment.

 

Part of our family rule is that the children are free to come and go for social functions as long as their room is in decent order.  We do not expect perfection, as they are teenagers after all, but we do expect compliance with their laundry, a room cleaned to basic standards, and completion of their one assigned weekend chore.  And thusly, we arrive at the dilemma of the day…

 

Uncle called a few days ago, looking for a teen child who wanted to “come and hang out” with his children while he was at work, thereby “reducing the stress” on grandparents which by all measures should NOT be in a care taking role of children of that age and vigor.  Scout agreed, with anticipation, and was advised he could go as long as his expected duties were handled.

 

Thursday is Scout’s laundry day with Friday overflow.  That means he is supposed to put in the first load before he leaves for school in the morning, and continue upon his return home.  If he has extra need, he may roll over into Friday to finish.  On Thursday morning this week I said to him, “Did you get that washer going yet?”  At which point he jumped up from the table, chanting “laundry day!” and ran downstairs.  He returned in time to fly out the front door to the bus.

 

Later that afternoon, I said to him, “How’s that laundry coming?” and on Friday morning and afternoon, other reminders.  Saturday morning I looked at him and asked, “Someone else will need the washer and dryer today, are all of your things out of the way?”  To which he replied with a testosterone based grunt of affirmation.

 

This morning as he puttered around the house, I inquired again if he was doing everything that needed before his departure.  I was again assured that everything was being taken care of as needed.  Later in the afternoon, through another teen’s slip-up, we came to discover that there was NO WAY that Scout could have done any laundry at all this week.

 

When questioned he backpedaled on a technicality.  When pressed to the truth, he became defensive and belligerent.  My tone must have escalated somewhat because Big made an appearance, an action so unlike him.  I stepped back and let the Father have a go at it.  The stubborn Scout stood firm on his verbal loophole, edging closer and closer to unacceptable dispute behavior.  He was dismissed until all parties could calm down, but not before I had a last word regarding our intolerance for lying and need for parents to be able to trust a teen.

 

The parents huddled in the office to discuss the offense.  We all felt he was lying, whether by omission or technicality, he still mislead me.  He had not done the work he was supposed to do; he had not done things he inferred were complete.  The problem was an appropriate consequence.  Under other circumstances, he would have been restricted to home until next week’s laundry cycle was complete, but…  The Uncle was already at work, the grandparents were already alone with the cousins, and they NEEDED help.  We decided to allow Scout his duties, but with some more strict consequences upon his arrival home.

 

The deeper issue here is how he has broken trust.  As the next weeks and months roll past, I will be forced to double check every answer; every task assigned.  This fourteen year old teen will now require the parental trappings of a child half that age.  But more pointedly, it undermines the parent-teen relationship.

 

What a teen usually fails to understand is how vitally important it is to build on the little things.  If we trust them with laundry, and homework, and grades, and dishes, then it is infinitely easier to trust them with friends, and activities, and cars in the future. 

 

Perhaps it is a lesson everyone should learn, that to be trusted with much you must first be trustworthy with little.  And maybe this situation is just a link to the larger issue of one’s character.  American Humorist Evan Esar (1899-1995) once said, “Character is what you have left when you’ve lost everything you can loose.” 

 

The young man is testing a lot of boundaries for himself and taking early steps toward his adult character.  I have a lot of faith in his core being, but we make a lot of choices for ourselves as we age, and I’m hoping he learns some powerful lessons while he still has the loving arms of his family to support him through the early mistakes.  One day he’ll be on his own with nothing but his ethics and integrity to sustain him and the rest of the world won’t be nearly as compassionate as this Mommy.

 

~the laundry goddess, November 23, 2008

 

Kids Say the Darndest Things November 7, 2008

Filed under: The Laundry Goddess — WhitMoore @ 2:08 pm
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For those of you who may not yet be of the opinion that mass market advertising and the power of internet makes an impact on kids, read on…

 

Our son Stinky (age 10) has to be the most eclectic child on the planet.  A not so subtle mix of sensitivity and pure gross-ness, this child and his creative mind is a constant source of resigned humor to the Mommies.  Said child has earned the rank of Safety Patrol at his school and therefore must arrive 30 minutes early each morning on alternating months.  So we’re on our way to school this morning, when the following conversation ensues:

 

Stinky:  “I think we should get a large bag of Toxic Waste.”

 

Taxi Mom:  “And what exactly would you do with a bag of Toxic Waste?”

 

Stinky:  “I would jump in it and get some super powers!”

 

Taxi Mom:  “I think, perhaps, jumping into a bag of Toxic Waste would not give you super powers,” (and now with visions of 1980-something RoboCop movies dancing in my head) “Instead, it would probably peel off all your skin; you would melt and there by be dead.”

 

Stinky:  “That’d be cool.”  (thoughtful pause)  “Hey Mom…  Do you think a Radioactive Bug would work?”

 

Taxi Mom:  “Ya, perhaps.  But where do you think we could find a Radioactive Bug?”

 

Stinky:  On eBay!!!

 

Once I collected myself from an overwhelming case of laughter, I pictured this child 25 years from now…

  • A mad scientist type with a creepy but effective cure for leprosy involving some sort of third world flesh eating entomology he discovered while paddling down the Amazon with his dog; or perhaps
  • One of those college Professors that seems all too eccentric but is most certainly the most brilliant individual on the planet, and everyone wants to take his classes so you have to camp out the night before schedules are due to make sure you get in this time; or perhaps he’ll be
  • The straight laced type who becomes famous when his now grown children publish in his honor a collection of short stories he used to make up for them when they were kids.

 

Parents, no matter how much they want to deny it, always have preconceived notions about Who and What their kids will become.  We take this parental pride and add it to the child’s base personality sprinkled with bits of grandiose accomplishment.  We want kids to grow and develop into every ounce of potential instilled in them by The Creator.  That tiny thing we held in our arms years ago had inside of it every wonderful possibility.  All we have to do is try hard not to mess it up; to guide without suppression, to love without dependency, and to release without guilt.

 

In 1992, my God gave me the first in a series of miraculous gifts.  Each and every day since then has been a glimpse of Deity’s Divine.  Good luck finding that on eBay.

 

~the laundry goddess, November 7, 2008

 

Beware the Purple Lipstick September 5, 2008

Filed under: The Laundry Goddess — WhitMoore @ 6:40 pm
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When Art Linkletter told us kids say the “darndest” things, he never considered the sex positive slant.

 

I’m not sure how publicly we’ve advertised, but Temptress and I signed up last winter to be adult toy reviewers.  For the low price of a speedily posted and well written review, we are gifted several toys a month that we can test and keep.  The older children are aware of this side gig of ours because when we began, we had to warn them off from opening boxes addressed to the Mommies.  We wouldn’t want them opening a box expecting a birthday gift to be scarred for life by what they’d seen.

 

Despite our growing collection of adult toys, every once in a while I spot something I just must have, so I’ll buy it for myself.  Recently I bought a “lipstick” vibe.  When the item came in the mail I opened it up, installed the batteries and dropped it into my purse.  Temptress looked shocked and said, “Why in the world are you putting it in there?” (ok, that was a warning)

 

“Because,” I replied, “that is where you keep lipstick, right?”  I did purchase said item with the intentions of keeping it close by for those impromptu moments when I might not be at home near the toy box.  So in the purse it stayed for a couple of weeks until one day when Miss Academic, age 15, went looking for lip gloss in my bag.

 

We were sitting in the doctor’s office waiting area when she grabs my purse, opens it up, and pulls out the shiny purple lipstick (FYI, it really DOES look like a tube of lipstick, even with the inconspicuous dial at the bottom.)  “What color is this one?”  she asks, holding the cylinder in the high in the air.  I look over (forgetting momentarily that I had anything unusual hidden in my bag) and started laughing.

 

“Don’t open that!”  I said, “You will not appreciate that particular lipstick.”  (a devilish, evil grin spread across my face)

 

She looked at me puzzled, then this look of sheer horror crossed her face as she dropped the vibe back in my purse and practically FLUNG the bag in my direction.  “Ewwwwww, MOM, gross.  Do you HAVE to carry one of those things in your purse?  What’s wrong with you?  If you were a prude like most moms I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

 

“If you stayed out of my purse or asked first, you wouldn’t have to deal with this either,” I reminded her.

 

But it started me thinking about progressive parenting and sex positive messages.  We are very open in our home about adult realities, not only with the nature of our poly parenting and our status as reviewers, but the responsibilities that adult behaviors bring.  Our children know we have sex, they know we like sex, and they know sex is a good thing when experienced in a mature and responsible way.  But they also have heard us say many times, that engaging in sexual activity is a responsibility.

 

I want our children to know that when the time comes for them to ask questions or need advice of a more adult nature, the parents are the “go to” people.  I remember the type of misleading opinions I heard from peers as a teen and young adult.  It only makes sense if one required accurate information, that person would go to a reputable and experienced advisor.  At least that is what we’re trying to teach our kids.

 

In the meantime, I’m content with just grossing them out just a little while longer.

 

~ the laundry goddess, September 5, 2008

 

Moving on ? January 8, 2008

Filed under: Temptress — WhitMoore @ 8:41 am
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Yesterday while in a business meeting, Big and I were called home by Goddess. A minor request of the 15 yr old son had gotten ugly and she felt outgunned and outnumbered.
So we hurried home with the knowledge that the son was on the front porch would remain there to cool off.

When we got home the adults clustered in the sitting room, discussion was had, calls made and as the time passed I felt more and more pushed into “finding him placement”.
I am under no delusions, I know the boy needs help. I also know that funds and insurance restraints have put a sever crimp in our ability to get him large amounts of counseling.
I am also aware thanks to extensive testing done early last fall that the boy is not behaving in this manner because he thinks it’s great fun. In fact he’s hurting. Somewhere inside him is pain, pain that manifests itself in ugly and uncomfortable ways. All I want is to help the boy. But some of those around me feel he needs “ a wake up call”. If he can see just how tough life can get for him, he’ll behave better. Well for your average ill behaved teen, I whole heartedly agree. But I have teen dealing with PTSD (from what we aren’t sure) severe ADHD, several learning disabilities and depression.

After several calls the best I could come up with was an hours drive south to a psychiatric hospital for an “assessment” where they “might” interred him for up to 72 hours.
As I prepared to take him , Fix insisted on riding along, I had no issue with him accompanying us, just not in the same vehicle. Of course an altercation occurred that rattled me deeply, and my mind started to spin with more things than I could keep straight. One thing had become painfully clear, I was being pushed into finding him “a place to go”, Big did not want him here any longer.

Initially he used the words “ I am uncomfortable”… but by bedtime the words used were “not welcome”. So now here I sit, my son is staying at a friend of ours for “a day or two” while I try to get my head together and figure what to do.

One of my children is in need of help, and I’m feeling his “family” turn from him, so I am in fight or flight mode. This makes things pretty uncomfortable all around.
I have located several options and it could take weeks, or months before he is placed in a therapeutic environment. Big is lobbying for me to have him deemed “ungovernable” by the state and turning him over to their care.

So, if I choose the therapeutic route, what then do I do for the upcoming weeks/months it could take? Where does he go in the meantime? I spent the majority of the night researching programs and tossing all of my options around in my head. Really I have so few. But the one thing that I am firm on is that I am a package deal. I come with children and warts. If one of my children is no longer welcome in this house, then neither am I. Which means my choices have been narrowed down to the one that is killing me inside. I have to break a promise to Goddess, and let her go.

I feel as if my family is systematically being broken down piece by piece. First Fix, now our son, will one of my daughters ill behavior have them earmarked in the future?.
Moving out and moving on is looking to be the only option that is going to keep my family intact. But in doing so I tear apart the family we have built here. I break a promise to Goddess and I break her heart.

Temptress