The No Good Day....

Yesterday , was one of those no good, horrible, awful days....you know the kind.....the ones that you'd like to run away from....go and hide away...no cell phones, no phones....nothing.

It started out with a conversation with a worker from Children's Aid....she called me and we had a lengthy conversation about Emma and her situation. It was after I hung up that the heartburn started......and stayed....all day.....

Then once again I had to bring Ben into the bathroom to instruct him on the cleaning up of my bathroom after a shower ( since we're in the process of replacing the shower in the kids bathroom, they have been using ours)....every time , since their shower has been out of commission I've had to instruct at least one if not all three on the cleaning up,of our bathroom.....I could ban them from using it but I don't think anyone wants that to happen!

Then, I drove Megan to her friend Analise's....she was having an overnight visit...I was looking forward to that since it would give me a little break from her....Megan met a 'friend' on our holidays last week....his name is Joshua, so since we have come home she has been continuously waiting for him to call....daily....

After I dropped her off, I did a little shopping to get a third ottoman for the kids Common Room....the room that is being made for the kids, downstairs.....then on my way home I stopped for a milkshake for my lunch..... Sometimes that's the kind of lunch you want...ya know.

After I left Dairy Queen, I was driving along , and decided I should visit my mom....the poor woman is just so lonely and depressed....she misses my dad....she has become this frail little woman who after receiving a phone call from her sister in law, says to me..that was Betty.....who is Betty? I got her to play the piano for me..it always relaxes me...I'm glad she hasn't forgotten how to play her piano.....then it was time for me to leave....she didn't want me to go.....

When I left home, I stopped into the drug store that son Ben works part time at, it was almost time for him to be done....unfortunately, the asst manager had earlier asked him what time he was done, Ben told him a time which was an hour later than he was suppose to be....when I got there I told Ben that no, he was scheduled to leave now...the boss wasn't happy when Ben told him and raised his voice to him, telling him that he should know his hours by now....in Bens defence, they continuously change his work times....I can't even keep track of them all and I'm the one that checks his schedule on the web site all the time!

When I got home finally, Emma texted me...she wanted me to come and take her out for a drive....I declined saying I was too tired and I had to figure out supper before her dad came home....she talked about not being able to get anywhere or do anything.....I think the boyfriend who is super controlling doesn't let her.....

Supper, such as it was, was finally over with and hubby went downstairs to work on sanding the drywall seams....again....

I, just sat mindlessly in front of the tv...Emma had been texting again...she's suppose to move into her subsidized housing apartment this weekend. Then the phone rings and lo and behold, it's son Corey....could this day get any better? ( she says sarcastically )

As usual, he went on about himself...apparently he's going to jail tomorrow for twenty days...just what a mom likes to hear....he was driving without a licence as usual, and as usual, got caught. He started to ask about all the family members, how they were doing...had some nasty remarks about some, ..then he came to Emma....surprise, surprise....she's moving into the same housing complex that he lives in.....what joy, what bliss! He was very concerned about the possibility of her baby being apprehended at birth....we all are....but there he was, insisting that since Emma was family, and this baby is my grandchild that for sure, if it was apprehended that I would take it home with me....I said no, that's not happening....I said I was too old...can't do it....he glossed over that, insisting that I couldn't let my grandchild go into foster care.....of course, he had no idea that I've been struggling with this from day one.....for twenty years I took in other peoples children, some newborns....and now when faced with the possibility of it happening with my own grandchild , how ironic that I'm physically worn out and can not look after my own. Corey doesn't understand this and just sees mom, not willing to help and turning her back on her family. I struggled with that and will admit to still struggling with the whole concept....Corey didn't introduce to my mind anything new, he just pulled it forward from where I was trying to hide it.

Then Corey asked me to give his phone number to Emma....which I did, I texted it to her....and immediately someone texts back, saying who is Corey....well, the spelling was incorrect and I knew Emma wouldn't ask who her brother was so I correctly assumed that the boyfriend was checking her texts. Within moments, Corey called back and said that the guy had called him, questioning who he was and was he really Emma's brother....now, Corey has run with a rough crowd ever since he left home at seventeen and now he's thirty. Corey's been in prison three or four times, punks like Emma's boyfriend don't scare him off, in fact , I would dare say that when Corey and this guy finally meet up there may be a physical understanding between the two of them....and the other guy would certainly lose. Corey even inferred that he'd take care of this guy....of course he had another name for him that I'd rather not print.

Then...Megan called....she wanted to come home last night, but the mother must have put her off til this morning....I insisted that she finally tell me why....I kind of knew why and sure enough she was afraid that Joshua would call and she'd miss his call.....oh...good...grief....Lord help me.
I insisted that she had to stay, that she wasn't going to come home to sit by the phone....I guess I must have got thru to her because she didn't show up here this morning......

By this time, hubby was done the downstairs work, we were both super tired and went to bed...

And that was the end of my no good, horrible , awful day.

The End.



~ Marie

A Holiday......I think......

Last weekend, we packed up our necessaries and drove to the trailer.....we are suppose to be here for two weeks......after the second or third day.....I TURNED OFF MY PHONE! Why? A certain daughter, who shall remain nameless, but is pregnant and living in a shelter,....kept texting me.....this was not turning into a holiday....it was home, away from home.....well, at least some were getting a rest......








So, our holiday hasn't been too bad.....the weather the first few days was lovely and warm...not too hot but the last couple of days turned quite cool....I found that I didn't have the proper clothes.....hubby, has turned into a fashionista and informed me that the slacks I was wearing, just light cotton ones....required sandals not warm socks and running shoes .....he says running shoes and socks are for jeans......'but I don't have any jeans', I said....'well, you'll just have to put up with the sandals'...'but my feet are cold', I whined.....he just grinned. Later that evening he sat beside me and as I settled my feet on his lap, he exclaimed...'Your feet are cold!' I said, 'well, what do you expect you wouldn't let me wear socks!' Men!!

Things are going well in our basement, well, at least they were when I left.....last week eldest son came and demolished half of the downstairs bathroom, put up walls on the other side of the basement, built me a pile of shelves for storage, drywalled everything, put walls back up in the bathroom....thank goodness, it was a little tricky using the toilet without walls around you! When we return home, we've a list a mile long of things that have to be accomplished downstairs before life returns to normal....wait, is life ever normal in my house....hmmmm....I think not....

I am looking forward though to having everything organized, the kids happily ensconced in their common room, downstairs ....that's the name I came up with....I think I remember hearing that name used when one if the kids lived in a dorm....hubby said in frustration one day, when trying to talk about said room...'what do we call this room anyway?' .... in a sheer moment of brilliance I announced 'The Common Room!'.....and thus it was...and is....And......having the main floor living room a place where hubby and I can go and watch tv or a movie without interruption.....well, they'll probably still be interruptions.....but....it'll be our space and the kids will have their space downstairs in a room especially built just for them! Sounds like a plan, doesn't it?!

Here's hoping it all comes together!...you know what they say about plans.....


~ Marie