Trying to think of what's going on around here to write about, without saying, "Gah! Busy!"
Because, lately, that's kind of all I say.
The next couple of weeks are out of control, and just as I was trying to get a grip on them, my dad up and needs a heart cath.
We're not entirely sure why, but he went ahead and scheduled it like the nurse said to do, and we'll just ask questions later.
No, we're not morons, I can go into more detail if you'd like, I just thought I'd summarize it for you.
I'm a giver like that.
I suppose it wasn't urgent since no one seemed really worked up over when he should have it.
But, it's now the day before I leave for BlogHer.
Of course, it is.
And, that day, Busy Dad has to work, Busy Girl has volleyball (will this child EVER be old enough to drive? One month from Sunday.), and Busy D. had soccer practice and games 45 minutes away.
Other than the obvious fact I don't want anything to be wrong, we need to pray that he doesn't have to have a stent placed (or, yikes, surgery) because then he'll have to spend the night.
Did I mention I leave for New York that next day and he lives alone and I have no siblings?
That Wednesday was already comical because everyone but Busy D. has school obligations that day?
He's 8. While I'm sure I could leave him a debit card and Domino's phone number, the law kind of frowns on leaving him alone.
Evidence of him being able to take care of himself, though: he kicked my arse in a putting contest the other night (for real), and apparently, I was so bad he considered it a golf lesson and invoiced me for his time.
Apparently, he is serious, because I've gotten 2 overdue notices costing me $13, each.
Anyway, mind scrambled.
Busy Boy comes home from camp Saturday, and will immediately (as in that day) have to work on his summer reading paper because he starts school Wednesday.
You can imagine how that will play out since he can be rather pig-headed and he's been away from home for 3 weeks.
Blah, blah, blah...
Heh, now I sound like Ke$ha.
Speaking of Ke$ha, this just makes me laugh and laugh:
Glozell is big in our house, I love her.
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I'll be thinking about your dad! Hope it goes well. August is a mess for me; I don't even want to think about it. Can't it just stay July??
Let's see ... last year, I missed BlogHer - my dad was in and out of the hospital since last December (Christmas Eve!), including going in right before my wedding in March. He passed on July 31.
Well, there's always Blissdom! Right? Nope ... mom had her colon out on February 2. Two months later, I resurface into the real world. It was a very crappy couple of months, and I mean that literally.
I had a few weeks respite, then she went back in the hospital mid-May. Came home - to OUR home - remember us, the newlyweds? Yeah ... on May 29. On May 31, my stepson was in a car wreck and spent 5 weeks in ICU, 1 week stepdown, 1 week rehab. He's been home for two weeks now. We were supposed to go to the beach June 26. Didn't happen.
Add to that a demanding full time job, a house to look after (which happens to be mid-renovation), two cats, a huge garden to tend and a daughter getting married in October!
So yeah, I know I know I know. Gawd almighty I know how it's crazy beyond imagining, how overwhelming it is trying to get everything done, take care of everyone's needs and still have something left for me. What sucks worse is the feeling that I'm a rotten person for being just a tad resentful that I can't just have a "normal" existence without all these responsibilities.
This isn't the sandwich generation ... it's the stretch armstrong generation - we're being pulled in 50 different directions.
Oh yeah, no, I won't make it to BlogHer this year either. Maybe Blissdom ... maybe.
And I thought throwing a party for 100+ people plus out of town company was bad.....
If you need transport help for Busy Girl or anything else I can do (or Diva can do), please don't hesitate to let me know.
Hang in there! I hope to run into you at some point in NY. I still don't actually have a BlogHer ticket but have filled up my weekend. Total moocher here.
I hope your dad is OK. Sending good vibes to him.
Also? Love me some Glozell...this is HILARIOUS.
p.s. if you need a ride to the airport let me know...seriously!
I don't know what is going on, but everyone seems to be so busy these days. I thought when I retired and the kids were out of the house - for good this time (I think), that I would have all sorts of time. Nope!
On the serious side, I hope your Dad, but I know he will, breeze through this surgery.
good lord, school starts wednesday??? WTF? I am to understand, that, as usual, yours and mine were tight as ticks - or something like that! 2 peas in a pod. best buds. BFF's. man pals. and mine wants yours to come for Mardi Gras. and this time WE MEAN IT, so start to think about it now! Sounds like they had a great time. and I am SO SO happy that they love each other so much! makes me smile! : ) reminds of our days oh so long ago!
and yea, and Gozell is some funny!
she gonna take her to a "triple A" meeting! bahahahaha! where'd you find her?? send me a link!
Crossing fingers ALL goes well!!!