And that’s literal – the famous (infamous) Seattle weather has reared its ugly head today – gray, dark, with a constant misting of rain, which honestly, is more annoying than straight up rain. Do I need the wipers on? Do I need a raincoat? And speaking of which, what is up with people who put their intermittent wipers on the fastest setting? Why not just turn the regular wipers on?
Ugh. As you can see, my mood today matches this gray foul weather.
It started yesterday when I reconnected with my sister in law on Facebook. Yes, I have a Facebook. I’m not ashamed! I found out through her that my brother in law is deploying to Iraq in a couple of weeks. The last time I saw my brother in law, he was six and didn’t want me to give him a kiss. Now he is 20, and going to IRAQ. Scary stuff. Up ‘til now, I didn’t know anyone in Iraq. Sure, the occasional cousin of a friend’s boyfriend or something, but no one in my actual extended family.
Then I find out that my dad, who is visiting my brother in Maryland, has had another “episode.” “Episode” is code for “Bob passes out for no explicable reason, necessitating a trip to the ER for a myriad of tests.” It may or may not be followed by a stay in said hospital. Luckily, last night, it did not include a stay in the hospital and the battery of tests found nothing super serious. My beloved father just does not drink enough water, a trait he has unfortunately passed down to me, but I digress. I don’t know why this bothered me so much yesterday – was it because he was so far away? Because I found out through my aunt’s blog? I don’t know. I got upset at my mom, which I feel really horrible about now, and made my brother promise me not to allow my parents to get back in the car and drive home to California today. There was a lot of crying and well, that just doesn’t help. Or does it? Jury’s out.
To top it all off, I get home to see that my son, who is being homeschooled this year, wasn’t feeling well enough to do schoolwork and go to drama auditions, but did somehow find the inner strength and fortitude to play computer games and check his Myspace page.
When it rains, it pours. And I’m not just saying that because I live in Seattle.
I guess my point is, as much as I would like to have a Brady Bunch life, it’s just not possible. The Bradys never had to deal with crap like this. Mrs. Brady never had more on her plate than kids fighting over who got to live in the attic or where to go on vacation. If things were really serious, it involved a swollen nose or Jan wearing a wig. Come on!
When it comes down to it, I’m not Carol Brady at all. I use swear words sometimes (OK, most times), I don’t have an Alice making my dinners, I work outside the home, I still haven’t lost my baby weight so there is really no hope in wearing a kicky pantsuit (at least not in the near future), the list goes on and on.
This test of faith - in a higher power, in my parenting skills, in my coping skills as a whole, has shaken me today. What to do? I don’t know. This one won’t be wrapped up neatly in 30 minutes, I guess.
But at least Bobby is feeling better and is out of the hospital. For that I am grateful. To my mom and brother, I’m sorry for my "episode" yesterday.
Ugh. As you can see, my mood today matches this gray foul weather.
It started yesterday when I reconnected with my sister in law on Facebook. Yes, I have a Facebook. I’m not ashamed! I found out through her that my brother in law is deploying to Iraq in a couple of weeks. The last time I saw my brother in law, he was six and didn’t want me to give him a kiss. Now he is 20, and going to IRAQ. Scary stuff. Up ‘til now, I didn’t know anyone in Iraq. Sure, the occasional cousin of a friend’s boyfriend or something, but no one in my actual extended family.
Then I find out that my dad, who is visiting my brother in Maryland, has had another “episode.” “Episode” is code for “Bob passes out for no explicable reason, necessitating a trip to the ER for a myriad of tests.” It may or may not be followed by a stay in said hospital. Luckily, last night, it did not include a stay in the hospital and the battery of tests found nothing super serious. My beloved father just does not drink enough water, a trait he has unfortunately passed down to me, but I digress. I don’t know why this bothered me so much yesterday – was it because he was so far away? Because I found out through my aunt’s blog? I don’t know. I got upset at my mom, which I feel really horrible about now, and made my brother promise me not to allow my parents to get back in the car and drive home to California today. There was a lot of crying and well, that just doesn’t help. Or does it? Jury’s out.
To top it all off, I get home to see that my son, who is being homeschooled this year, wasn’t feeling well enough to do schoolwork and go to drama auditions, but did somehow find the inner strength and fortitude to play computer games and check his Myspace page.
When it rains, it pours. And I’m not just saying that because I live in Seattle.
I guess my point is, as much as I would like to have a Brady Bunch life, it’s just not possible. The Bradys never had to deal with crap like this. Mrs. Brady never had more on her plate than kids fighting over who got to live in the attic or where to go on vacation. If things were really serious, it involved a swollen nose or Jan wearing a wig. Come on!
When it comes down to it, I’m not Carol Brady at all. I use swear words sometimes (OK, most times), I don’t have an Alice making my dinners, I work outside the home, I still haven’t lost my baby weight so there is really no hope in wearing a kicky pantsuit (at least not in the near future), the list goes on and on.
This test of faith - in a higher power, in my parenting skills, in my coping skills as a whole, has shaken me today. What to do? I don’t know. This one won’t be wrapped up neatly in 30 minutes, I guess.
But at least Bobby is feeling better and is out of the hospital. For that I am grateful. To my mom and brother, I’m sorry for my "episode" yesterday.
1 comment:
ok, here goes...into every life a little rain must fall...there is always a silver lining behind every grey cloud...you can't appreciate the rainbow without the rain...are you gagging yet?
hang in there, girl, you are da bomb with or without a good hair day.
bob is doing well today and we are readying to leave in the morning!
Your loving godmother
Judy
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