...so why can't she tell me this stuff face to face??
Ok, so the day had been totally horrible, bad from the get-go. I stubbed my toe when I woke up and knocked stuff of the side table in my hopping-around-trying-not-to-scream dance. Things just went downhill from there at work.
When I got home I was greeted by my daughter who was in fine hormonal form. "DADDY!!!!, MY COMPUTER ISN'T WORKING ANYMORE!!!!" I could not get her to talk to me in a normal voice. I went in to see what I could see.
The computer was working, but not connecting to the network. I rebooted. It said that it had found new hardware: A network card. Uh, oh. I tried 15 times to re-install the drivers..no go. In the meantime, smoke is coming from the girls ears. She " like, totally" needs to get on AIM and Yahoo and chat. Well that wasn't happening.
After the 15th time of re-installation from a different angle, the reboot produced the ol' 'This vxd or that .sys is corrupted and your system has been halted.' Crap and double poop! My daughter went nuts: yelling and screaming about how I broke her computer and I should have just left it alone, yada yada yada.
I was really, really pissed and had absolutely no more patience. I looked at her, put down my disks and geek tools and said "Girl, if you can't talk to me in a normal voice, I'm outta here" LMAO She pretty much threw me out the door cursing me, and all my paternal antecedents. Phhhttt... I went outside and smoked a cigarette.
I was so mad. I was so frustrated at that piece of junk machine she's got. (normally I build the machines around here, but I ended up buying an iSystems machine a couple of years ago. iSystems, apparently, is now out of business). I was also angry at myself for letting her get me so mad. We both went to bed that night without another word between us.
The next morning I looked at this little book Megan had put together for a school assignment. It was entitled 'Autobiography'. She did a really great job with this thing, pictures, drawings, embellishments, etc. I came upon a page titled "I Know..." It was an article about the things 'She Knows'
The second paragraph was the one that nailed me to the floor: "Another thing I know, and I really hate to admit it is that my Dad is probably the coolest Dad around." it went on to describe her perception of our relationship. I had no idea she felt that way. The women in my life are fairly unavailable emotionally and I had been feeling kinda down about it lately.
I was sitting on the couch.
I just started sobbing.
I needed that.
Big Time.