Apart from a few moments of bliss where they played Sims together. Then the High Priestess deemed the Little Miss was ready for a Sims of her own, and downloaded and set it up for her. Sounded great at the time, before I realised I was not going to get another chance to get onto my PC for the rest of the school holidays.
|Not me getting things done on my PC|
Honestly I feel like I have a hundred posts in my head and I do take notes when something particularly strong tries to work itself out to a keyboard, but I felt like I had to get a new year post out before, to set the table so to speak. And for people who have visited this blog before, an explanation of the name change is in order.
So the artist formally know as the Trans-perger had a bit of an online snoop and discovered the blog. Frankly I thought I, and more specifically the blog, were doomed. But as unpredictable as ever, she was not as against it as I thought she would be. In fact she was quite measured and understanding. I explained to her that I don't reveal names, etc, and I have a feeling she expected that, and that was why she didn't object too strongly.
But she had one stipulation. And that was the name. She didn't want her trans status up in lights. It's something she doesn't want to present to the world ahead of everything else. To us now she is our daughter. Anyone we (or she) meets who didn't already know her when she lived as a male are not privy to that information. So she didn't feel comfortable about the title of the blog. She was fine with the Asperger reference, but as far as a title was concerned, that half didn't work well without the other, so it was back to the drawing board.
One thing I've often said about our crazy life behind closed that we have a very abnormal normal. It is usually in response to someone trying to comfort me with phrases like "Oh, but what is normal?" Not bloody this, I can tell you! "Normal is just a setting on a washing machine!" Well apart from the fact that I've looked and my washing machine doesn't have a setting called "Normal", there are a lot of other things that are considered normal, and not many of them reside within these four walls.
Other favourites are "You'd never realise they had autism!", "All kids are like that!" and the perennial favourite, "We shouldn't label kids!" I'm so jealous of normal families with normal genders and normal kids.
Still no one really seems to feel comfortable with you labelling anything, especially your own family as not normal, so what else could I do but completely buck that trend and name my blog in the honour of the not so normal normal. I did stop short of using the word abnormal, but if we are to be called normal, it is a different normal than the normal normal. Are we clear?
Happy belated different normal new year! 8 days to go...