June 24, 2010

Jumbled About

I have a sister in law arriving Saturday to assist in finding a rehab center for my husband's father and a new living situation. The doctor is alluding to a nursing home, but we're hoping to stave that off for two reasons: 1) expense and 2) most of them are hell holes. Oh and 3) his mind is sharp and it will be our own personal hell to have to deal with if he doesn't want to go.

It is inevitable, however.

His drugs seem to be good. We will see.

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Ringo is volunteering at a local hospital in the IT department. He and a girl that works with him, crush the boxes, straighten the office, and ghost computers. The ghosting of the computers takes the longest... evidently they have to sit there awhile.

And evidently said girl got bored and decided she'd straighten Ringo's hair.

Girls carry flat irons with them everywhere they go? Really?

Evidently. I picked him up with his hair as straight as a board. He was grinning.

I'm not sure if it was from how much he likes it when his hair is straight or from the fact he'd spent off and on all day with a really cute blonde haired girl's hands running through his hair.

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And speaking of boys with crazy curly hair... my nephew is 14 months old and has the curliest hair I've ever seen on a baby. AND, the kid has a lot of it.

On Saturday night, when the Hallucination fiasco happened, I carried him around while his Dad helped my husband talk Pop out of the tree.

At the end of the night, the dude was all sweaty and ready to go to bed. His hair was even curlier than normal with the humidity and I'd been walking him outside trying to keep him quiet.

As he was being held by his Dad, I could see the dude looking in his peripheral vision, noticing a curl dangling beside his face. He grabbed the curl with his pincher fingers and chubby clubby baby hands and pulllllllled it straight and then SPROING! let it go.

He did this over and over, slowly puuuuullling the curl and then SPROING! letting it go.

It was as if it was the first time he'd ever noticed he had curly hair!

I never had curly haired babies. My babies were bald. So it was dang funny to watch this 14 month old play with this one little curl.

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We see the Chuppa tomorrow. The boys are beside themselves.

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I gotta get out of here. Everyone is in agreement I need a vacation. Even the guys at work are saying I need the two weeks. I don't think I remember the last time I've been so stressed out and busy. I'm sleep walking again.

It's time.

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We're up early and out tomorrow. I've literally been so stressed I've been unable to make any plans. It's as if I'm paralyzed by anything other than what I MUST get done in the moment.

Mo has called me with ideas on things to do and I've just said, "I... can't deal. We'll figure it out."

My aunt called me to see what day we were getting together with family and I had to explain I meant to call, "But... couldn't. I couldn't deal..." She understood.

I've not called anyone really with where I'm going. I'm going to start making calls tomorrow.

I need... to detox from life. My life has become toxic.

I'm off.

Posted by Boudicca at June 24, 2010 10:11 PM
Comments

When I read that first paragraph, I nearly keeled over. Read it over yourself and see why that might have happened, given that I'm just catching up with several of your most recent posts.

Here's hoping the docs figure out that balancing act. My uncle had Parkinson's, so I know how challenging it can be. Thinking of y'all.

Posted by: Elisson at June 25, 2010 07:05 AM

Gah! I fixed it... thanks! He's about 30 years too early for that and I'm expecting I'll be dead by then.

Posted by: bou at June 25, 2010 07:45 AM

Have a good trip, travel safely...and let others do for you if they offer. And don't do as much for others...they'll survive. Run away to a movie by yourself...or go shopping for and by yourself. Hell, stop by here, and we'll run away to the convent for a retreat of time alone...they won't mess with you, actually! No tv, no radio, just reading if you want and peace and quiet.

And as for girls carrying a flat iron around...my daughter has straightened a boy's hair, too. *shakes head*

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 25, 2010 10:28 AM

Get de-toxed and hang in there.
Ruv U Looong time!!! JG

Posted by: JihadGene at June 25, 2010 02:57 PM

Best wishes.

Posted by: Curtis at June 25, 2010 09:56 PM

If you have to plan anything other than where (the particular place you are headed to) you are going and how you will get there - it's not a vacation! Everything will work itself out so I hope you get out and get to cuddle the Chuppa and just let everyone else tell you where and when you have to be places. Relax. The world will be here when you get back.

Posted by: Teresa at June 25, 2010 11:45 PM

peace and quiet - sanity to you my dear, you deserve it.

Posted by: patti at June 26, 2010 08:27 PM