Saturday, June 30, 2007
happy birthday to me
Okay, be prepared. I am in a whiny mood. Yesterday was my 46th. woo hoo.
First I needed to get the kids to camp. They are with Missy but she said she couldn't do the transporting because of work. Fine. Still don't understand why when I dropped them off on Thursday she was already home. Could she have thought ... hmmm .... I got off early ... I can pick up the kids ... I will call Susan and tell her I can get them. But no. Instead she is home and was planning on coming here at 5:30 to pick them up and pretend she was just coming from work. Whatever.
Welp. I left my lights on so my battery was dead. Great. I called her and then realized she only has a cell phone and I was probably calling her at work. Nope. She was still home. WTF? I didn't ask why she was there but did ask her to take the kids to camp. Fine.
Then I proceeded to wait 3 friggin hours for AAA to come and give me a jump. I hate them. And since I hate my neighbors even more I felt totally trapped. I had asked the psycho dyko once to give me a jump and she said no. She was busy but her gf would be coming home soon and would do it. Which she did but alas I had my keys in the car and after the jump all my doors locked so I had to call AAA anyway to get them to jimmy my window. ack.
The rest of the neighbors, I just leave well enough alone. Eventhough a number of them are teachers and were home.
So I waited and waited. I wanted to go visit my mother in the hospital in the morning and get that over with but I didn't get there until about Noon.
When I walked in she was trying to get out of bed into the bathroom and she said she was so glad to see me. Why she doesn't friggin call the nurse???????????? She had already peed on the floor and I got her to the bathroom but boy she was not moving fast and in a lot of pain.
She is not eating much. Would only eat the fruit. As I was trying to cajole her into eating more I asked her if she was ready to go home. She said no. That all she has there is a mean face who doesn't talk so she would rather stay in the hospital. WTF? I said I guess you are referring to Dad and she said yes. I said, well, remember when you were with me when you were recuperating last time and all you said was how you wanted to get home to your Henry and you missed him and how wonderful he was. She said, well, yeah. He has gotten very negative and he picks on me. Um. yeah. What else is new? Of course he is much worse. I can attest to that.
Oy. So my father came in a bit later and said he had gotten a message that she was being discharged. And that he had stopped and asked the nurse and she said yes. It didn't sound right to me. So I went out and yeah she was being discharged from this unit but she was being sent to rehab. Oy. The inhouse rehab unit was full so we had to find another place. She moves today to Stella Maris. Thinking about it, I wasn't that thrilled with the unit at GBMC anyway.
So I left after getting all that arranged. Oh, oh. I forgot the other really nice birthday surprise in the morning. My roof is leaking! When it rains I would hear drips but I checked the skylight in the kids bathroom and it wasn't that. Well, I see now that the door to the attic is wet and stained. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I picked up the kids from camp and they had clearly not given any thought to my birthday other than nice wishes.
So when I got home I felt like I was in the dumpers (hey I said I was going to whine) and basically went to bed.
Now look. I got a number of calls from friends and lovely plant from Troy. They were bright spots. Really. And I may go up to Philly next weekend but ... whiners are not realistic!
Oh. The kids asked if my mother remembered my birthday and I said no and then if my father did and I said yes, eventually.
My father wanted to take me out to dinner at the VFW if I didn't have the kids which I did ... thank god. He totally doesn't get it that when he was so horrible on Fathers Day/his birthday that I was thinking I would never talk to him again. So the fact that I am here and doing all this is more than he could possibly expect but he acts like that fight never happened. I do think he is losing it too.
Anyhoo. The kids did make cards on the computer and brought me a dish of icecream and we watched tv. Whatever. It just seems like I can't catch a break and I am glad yesterday is over with. Nothing like 14 hours in bed watching stupid TV to get the poor me's out of your system.
Oh, one thing. I am watching the weirdest show on HBO called John from Cincinatti. I would love to discuss it with someone because I can't figure it out at all.
And so it goes ...
First I needed to get the kids to camp. They are with Missy but she said she couldn't do the transporting because of work. Fine. Still don't understand why when I dropped them off on Thursday she was already home. Could she have thought ... hmmm .... I got off early ... I can pick up the kids ... I will call Susan and tell her I can get them. But no. Instead she is home and was planning on coming here at 5:30 to pick them up and pretend she was just coming from work. Whatever.
Welp. I left my lights on so my battery was dead. Great. I called her and then realized she only has a cell phone and I was probably calling her at work. Nope. She was still home. WTF? I didn't ask why she was there but did ask her to take the kids to camp. Fine.
Then I proceeded to wait 3 friggin hours for AAA to come and give me a jump. I hate them. And since I hate my neighbors even more I felt totally trapped. I had asked the psycho dyko once to give me a jump and she said no. She was busy but her gf would be coming home soon and would do it. Which she did but alas I had my keys in the car and after the jump all my doors locked so I had to call AAA anyway to get them to jimmy my window. ack.
The rest of the neighbors, I just leave well enough alone. Eventhough a number of them are teachers and were home.
So I waited and waited. I wanted to go visit my mother in the hospital in the morning and get that over with but I didn't get there until about Noon.
When I walked in she was trying to get out of bed into the bathroom and she said she was so glad to see me. Why she doesn't friggin call the nurse???????????? She had already peed on the floor and I got her to the bathroom but boy she was not moving fast and in a lot of pain.
She is not eating much. Would only eat the fruit. As I was trying to cajole her into eating more I asked her if she was ready to go home. She said no. That all she has there is a mean face who doesn't talk so she would rather stay in the hospital. WTF? I said I guess you are referring to Dad and she said yes. I said, well, remember when you were with me when you were recuperating last time and all you said was how you wanted to get home to your Henry and you missed him and how wonderful he was. She said, well, yeah. He has gotten very negative and he picks on me. Um. yeah. What else is new? Of course he is much worse. I can attest to that.
Oy. So my father came in a bit later and said he had gotten a message that she was being discharged. And that he had stopped and asked the nurse and she said yes. It didn't sound right to me. So I went out and yeah she was being discharged from this unit but she was being sent to rehab. Oy. The inhouse rehab unit was full so we had to find another place. She moves today to Stella Maris. Thinking about it, I wasn't that thrilled with the unit at GBMC anyway.
So I left after getting all that arranged. Oh, oh. I forgot the other really nice birthday surprise in the morning. My roof is leaking! When it rains I would hear drips but I checked the skylight in the kids bathroom and it wasn't that. Well, I see now that the door to the attic is wet and stained. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I picked up the kids from camp and they had clearly not given any thought to my birthday other than nice wishes.
So when I got home I felt like I was in the dumpers (hey I said I was going to whine) and basically went to bed.
Now look. I got a number of calls from friends and lovely plant from Troy. They were bright spots. Really. And I may go up to Philly next weekend but ... whiners are not realistic!
Oh. The kids asked if my mother remembered my birthday and I said no and then if my father did and I said yes, eventually.
My father wanted to take me out to dinner at the VFW if I didn't have the kids which I did ... thank god. He totally doesn't get it that when he was so horrible on Fathers Day/his birthday that I was thinking I would never talk to him again. So the fact that I am here and doing all this is more than he could possibly expect but he acts like that fight never happened. I do think he is losing it too.
Anyhoo. The kids did make cards on the computer and brought me a dish of icecream and we watched tv. Whatever. It just seems like I can't catch a break and I am glad yesterday is over with. Nothing like 14 hours in bed watching stupid TV to get the poor me's out of your system.
Oh, one thing. I am watching the weirdest show on HBO called John from Cincinatti. I would love to discuss it with someone because I can't figure it out at all.
And so it goes ...
