Hello, people! It’s been a while! I am happy to report that I am still alive, only just barely it seems. I am having a hard time shaking this funk I’m in and it really makes it hard to post. Ideas that seem good to me late at night while watching Ferguson or trying to go to sleep, seem ridiculous the next day. I am being a little depressed and my mind doesn’t want to work fast or freely anymore, just like the rest of me, I suppose! Haha.
John was only off one day this week and it was yesterday. We frantically ran around for three hours while the caregiver provider person was here and managed to take in lunch at a nearby Chinese restaurant, which I felt like was splurging because everything is so expensive now. And I don’t just mean at the Chinese Restaurant, I mean everything. At this point I am thinking the only way we can help pay for college is if we rent out the daughter in servitude. I know what you’re thinking. If she is in servitude, how will she go to school that is getting paid for? Vicious circle. I guess we could sell the younger daughter into servitude and she could support her sister’s need for knowledge, but I am thinking that would create a good deal of resentment and bitterness. Just guessing.
That leaves us with Henrietta and I just can’t see anyone paying me for taking her off my hands. Correct me if you know something I don’t.
I was soooo gonna do a post on Wednesday. Things stewing around in my little head, fingers itching to type them out… whatev. H. woke up that morning distressed that she was having stomach cramps, “all night”.
me: Why didn’t you ring the bell?
H: Oh, I didn’t want to bother you!
me: (teasing) Well, when you need to use the potty you have to tell me. I can’t read your mind….!
H: (Smiling) Oh I don’t want to bother you at night, Krissa.
So all this happened BEFORE breakfast. This is important because it is an UNSCHEDULED POOP, or a “U.P.” This set the tone for the day. She ate half her oatmeal very slowly and did the characteristic whiny and sing-song voice. I knew she wouldn’t eat all of her food just because that is what she automatically does if anything is amiss in her life. Unscheduled Poo, hangnail, cramp in her calf, cold chill while getting a bed-bath, coughing due to allergies/sinus drainage, whatever. But, when I brought her the egg and little piece of sausage with a roll and jelly she, ate everything but about a bite and a half of the egg and a little tiny piece of the bread. It’s like she was thinking, “I have to leave something on the plate, I’m sick!”
So when I picked up the tray and saw she hadn’t finished everything I knew it was going to be a day of pitifullness and staying in bed. Which really does suit me fine. She discovered other problems during the day and had a bout with indigestion and we did Malox and Sprite and a teaspoon of baking soda in water and everything we could think of, I don’t know how bad it really was, she was teary eyed all day and acting ready to cash in her chips cause he couldn’t burp.
Thursday she decided she needed to stay in bed because, “Maybe I had better just stay here… you know, to make sure.” Make sure of what, I have no idea. Make sure she can burp? Make sure she only poops between the hours of 1:00 and 2:00PM? Make sure I can still run up and down that long ass hall, (and getting longer all the time), 400 times a day? Make sure the clapper on the cowbell she rings isn’t worn out from the day before? These are questions I now wish I’d asked her.
So that’s it people. That’s all I got. Sorry I don’t feel the least bit like trying to produce anything remotely amusing. I am hoping this will eventually pass. I am sure it will.