For quite awhile I was the one who had birthdays from hell. I have some friends that are completely convinced that it's a goal for my mom to see if she can make me cry on my birthday. I really don't understand it but there is some validity to the idea. Perhaps karma paid a visit. If so it was not at all what I expected. The whole family is still very upset about having to give Addi back to the rescue. After I blogged last night I tried reading and watching some TV but I was too upset and had an awful headache. I heard my mom crying in the family room and went in to talk to her. This was around 2:30am or 3am. We were watching TV and pondering things and generally being a mess. Around 3:30am I heard Princess Bear (PB) wake up and a few minutes later she wondered her way into the family room. It turned into a slumber party in the family room. I was able to get PB back to sleep about 4:30am but I was up another hour. I really don't do well with a significant lack of sleep. My mom & I discussed the fact that getting up for 9am mass was a bad idea. I turned off the alarm on my phone before I did fall out. Unfortunately someone had set the alarm in the family room. I did convince PB that she needed to go back to sleep. Next thing I know it's 9:20am and my mom is waking us up so PB can go to Sunday school. I was over before I started today.
After Sunday school we had to meet my sister, brother in law, nephews and my uncle for lunch. It's my Mom's birthday today. Not a "major" birthday but my mom wanted everyone together. All in all, considering how sideways some of our family gatherings go, it was a pleasant lunch. My sister and I got along....a complete rarity. My uncle behaved himself....also a very odd occurrence. I'd definitely give it a thumbs up for family get togethers.
While we were in the restaurant winter that had been making it's first gentle appearance of the year started to get feisty. In the matter of about 4 or 5 hours today we got 4.5" of snow. My car has been living on the street for the past 2 months. A week before my surgery we hauled some stuff out of our attic and it wound up parked on the 1/2 of the garage I use. It hasn't been too bad until last week. Then it started being a very chilly prospect to start the car in the morning. It also didn't matter since I was on a no driving restriction until this past Tuesday. As the day went on I was getting less and less thrilled about unburying the car from 4.5" of snow. I've never ever missed a winter in Illinois since I was born. I should be used to it. Quite frankly have such a significant and long Indian summer spoiled me. I also am of the theory that it takes some time to acclimate yourself back into winter. This afternoon we cleaned up in the garage some. We needed to find a box of winter clothes my mom had placed somewhere and I'd already dug through the laundry and the depths of her closet to make sure it wasn't hidden somewhere in the house. No such luck. So off PB, my dad & I went to the garage. My dad and PB went to the attic and loft shelf to access the attic respectively. I was in the garage trying to hand boxes up to them and schlepping some boxes of clothes they found in the attic into the house to see if they were the clothes my mom was seeking. There is just one small problem with this plan. I'm still on all the restrictions from surgery. No lifting more than 8 pounds. Don't pick anything up off the floor and it's also pretty painful to reach up high. Yeah...I am hurting bad tonight. My mom got all pissed at me and started muttering about if I had hurt and/or reversed some of the work the Dr. did on my bladder. It's never a good sign when she's talking to herself.
One of the things that has happened throughout the day is that my mom would start thinking about Addi, get up and start crying. PB doesn't do very well with fighting or crying. Thankfully there was no fighting today but there was plenty of crying. After PB went to bed my mom was talking about how much her birthday sucked. I pointed out that other than the Addi aspect and being sad it wasn't that bad. the kids all got along at lunch, my sister and I got along and my uncle behaved. Not a bad outcome at all. Tonight before I went to sleep I gave her a hug, wished her a happy crappy birthday and hoped the next wouldn't suck as much. She laughed. I've always used humor and was glad it worked this time. I know that being upset about Addi will get better. I know that worrying about Addi will lessen. Right now though this part of the journey flipping sucks.
After Sunday school we had to meet my sister, brother in law, nephews and my uncle for lunch. It's my Mom's birthday today. Not a "major" birthday but my mom wanted everyone together. All in all, considering how sideways some of our family gatherings go, it was a pleasant lunch. My sister and I got along....a complete rarity. My uncle behaved himself....also a very odd occurrence. I'd definitely give it a thumbs up for family get togethers.
While we were in the restaurant winter that had been making it's first gentle appearance of the year started to get feisty. In the matter of about 4 or 5 hours today we got 4.5" of snow. My car has been living on the street for the past 2 months. A week before my surgery we hauled some stuff out of our attic and it wound up parked on the 1/2 of the garage I use. It hasn't been too bad until last week. Then it started being a very chilly prospect to start the car in the morning. It also didn't matter since I was on a no driving restriction until this past Tuesday. As the day went on I was getting less and less thrilled about unburying the car from 4.5" of snow. I've never ever missed a winter in Illinois since I was born. I should be used to it. Quite frankly have such a significant and long Indian summer spoiled me. I also am of the theory that it takes some time to acclimate yourself back into winter. This afternoon we cleaned up in the garage some. We needed to find a box of winter clothes my mom had placed somewhere and I'd already dug through the laundry and the depths of her closet to make sure it wasn't hidden somewhere in the house. No such luck. So off PB, my dad & I went to the garage. My dad and PB went to the attic and loft shelf to access the attic respectively. I was in the garage trying to hand boxes up to them and schlepping some boxes of clothes they found in the attic into the house to see if they were the clothes my mom was seeking. There is just one small problem with this plan. I'm still on all the restrictions from surgery. No lifting more than 8 pounds. Don't pick anything up off the floor and it's also pretty painful to reach up high. Yeah...I am hurting bad tonight. My mom got all pissed at me and started muttering about if I had hurt and/or reversed some of the work the Dr. did on my bladder. It's never a good sign when she's talking to herself.
One of the things that has happened throughout the day is that my mom would start thinking about Addi, get up and start crying. PB doesn't do very well with fighting or crying. Thankfully there was no fighting today but there was plenty of crying. After PB went to bed my mom was talking about how much her birthday sucked. I pointed out that other than the Addi aspect and being sad it wasn't that bad. the kids all got along at lunch, my sister and I got along and my uncle behaved. Not a bad outcome at all. Tonight before I went to sleep I gave her a hug, wished her a happy crappy birthday and hoped the next wouldn't suck as much. She laughed. I've always used humor and was glad it worked this time. I know that being upset about Addi will get better. I know that worrying about Addi will lessen. Right now though this part of the journey flipping sucks.
2 comments:
Aw, so sorry about your dog, but there didn't seem to be much else of a choice. Funny how attached we get to them though. They are like a part of us.
Thanks Leigh. You're right on all counts!
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