There are several scenes I can write about comparatively close to the original story. For instance a scene in which I am not allowed to eat any of the pizza because I am too fat and my daughters get to eat it all even though I love a restaurant pizza. I am drooling over the pizza as they eat it. Then they both take their plates with the last pieces of pizza and their smart phones to their room to eat and watch TV by themselves, even though I yell at them not to eat pizza in bed. Not sure how that relates to the original Cinderella. But, lets get creative.
And then when I try, uh I mean Daddy Cinderella tries making the girls dinner all they do is criticize it and say Mommy can do it better. In fact they do eat the dinner but all the while saying it is not good and it was done incorrectly. The only thing Cinderella can make is lasagna and maybe pancakes and hot wings, so better stick to those recipes till the end of life because that is all Cinderella Daddy is
good at for making dinners. And then they say even the lasagna is losing its... magic They spill two cans of olives on the floor, one black olives and one green olives and Cinderella has to pick them up and put each color olive in its own can. Cinderella Daddy totally misses the dance ball at the palace (played by the rich people down the street who have a townhouse, a cottage and a place they rent in the canary islands and whom our stepmom falls in love with the king of that household).
In the end one of my stocks on the stock market goes up a lot and I become a millionaire and leave the family to yell at each other while Cinderella runs away with the money to the beaches of Israel.
I guess it needs work. Not much in common with the original Cinderella. It is still an idea in the bud.
But sometimes as the "man" of the house in a house of women (even the dog is a girl), there is a lot of insensitivity from the "women" of the house. Man oh man, even a hardcore feminist would take pity on me with all the shxx that comes my way. Speaking of feminism, recently my older daughter said, "well Mommy makes more money than you" in a sort of haha little brat way. And I had to say, well even if that were true, what difference would it make? Are you a sexist? Yes, it can get pretty bleak and shabby in the household when I have to stoop to calling my 12 year old daughter a sexist. But I guess 12 years old, is old enough.
I am just wondering how much of it is coming from reverse sexism. Or ... it seems that they think that I am not making very much money on my business. Which may be true, but I have three jobs and I am making more on another job which I spend less time on. So, my daughter thinks I am failing at my business and "mommy" is the winner and breadmaker. Its strange. Its strange. And also she likes to make jokes about me these days because she is really more afraid of her mother yelling at her and she thinks mommy makes more than I do, so she feels it is ok to make fun of me as a sort of "mommy is the winner and I am on the winning side" type deal. Lots of strange dynamics going on. And then she is on the edge of being a teen ager so her brain is developing more... I cant even get my head around it.
Suffice to say, that sometimes it just gets poisonous around our house these days and I just shut up and dont say much or just go with the flow. I see it as a lose lose situation no matter what I say. It is difficult to teach anything or know what to say in this environment. Frankly whichever way I turn someone is going to be yelling at me or making fun of me. And then of course they yell at me for workng late and not helping with dinner. They wonder why.
You know feminists, men also have a lot of sh..on their plates to deal with and I have been a feminist since I was 15. Well, as one t shirt says, ... no, that is too harsh. It was a metallica t shirt. These days there is a lot I have to deal with. I guess I am not the only one, but it doesnt make it any easier. Maybe a world best selling book will come out of this ordeal. I guess that would make it worth it. I ll call it, "Tales of a 45 year old nothing"
I Was listening to this CD before I started writing tonight
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