What I’ve been into in November
was the way it portrayed the love between Bernadette and her daughter. Bernadette is slightly crazy, but she does right by her daughter, and that love pulls them through. That’s kind of my fantasy during the rough patches, the times when I feel like I’m a complete mess and don’t do much of anything but, darnit, I do my best by my little girls. Hopefully they’ll understand that.
A striking contrast is Sickened: A Munchausen by Proxy Childhood, by Julie Gregory. Truly horrific. I don’t know why I read it, except, I suppose, I saw it on the library shelf and was about MBP after watching The Sixth Sense. What I’m still pondering is whether the author is a reliable narrator. Clearly there are many generations of abuse in her family, and at a certain point it seems that a victims’ unmet psychological needs become more real to them than reality. Sobering.
On the advice of Anne at Modern Mrs. Darcy, I watched Pieces of April on the eve of Thanksgiving. It’s billed as a story about a wayward daughter trying to make peace with her dying mother and rest of her family by hosting them for Thanksgiving. Upon further reflection, I think the movie is really about how the mother is the terrible one in the family. And she tries in her own limited way to make amends before she dies. A good reflection on the power of words and how they can destroy relationships. But the movie has a lot of funny parts and a happy, not-too-sappy ending.
Rounding out the mother-daughter round-up, I’m watching Gilmore Girls, for the first time ever, on Netflix. I’m not inclined to like it because I get so annoyed with fast-talking, snarky characters who are always being ironic and having drama (except when they’re incredibly funny, as in Juno). But I’ve heard so much about GG for so long that I’m giving it a try.
Update: I made it through the pilot and am starting episode two. Possibly a good show to watch while blogging?
In other news, I’ve started doing home school work with the girls two days a week. That’s going better than I expected; more on that later.
And laundry. It’s so cliché to be a mommy blogger (or mom-with-a-blog) and kvetch about laundry. But my goodness, it piles up. And lately I’ve decided I don’t care about folding it and putting it away. I wash; I dry; it piles up. I’m not even trying to make it a priority any more. The result was that Pat spent a good chunk of his Thanksgiving time off folding laundry. Christmas isn’t looking too good for him either.
Happy Advent y’all! I’m linking up with Leigh for her What I’m Into link-up.