Last week in review (Oct 20 -Oct 27,2008)
Monday started with a midterm at 8am, I think I was almost the last person to finish it. After class I go home get some lunch and continue work on the midterm project that keeps getting pushed back as the teacher adds yet another item she wants it to contain. Part of me knows why she is doing this, because out in the real world of the US school system, things can pop up at any time, and one has to be able to deal. Part of me just wants the darn thing to be finished.
About 5pm I get the call, "It's Time!" Ok! I'll pick up giraffeaholic's mother and sister and meet you at the hospital. It is quickly determined that it would be better for mother and sister to go back home as it will be a long night and sister is unprepared to stay at the hospital. The DH comes and picks them up to take them back to the house.
Tweleve hours later, both giraffeaholic and lonebear have been amazing during the labor, Doc says, "It's time to have this baby" (OK he doesn't actually say that but you get the idea, it's time to have the baby.)I have to go to the waiting room, where I, wait. Some time after 5 am lonebear come to the waiting room, beaming and walking very straight and tall to tell me Megan Rose has made her daybeau! Much hugging and congratulations. I wait some more, but lonebear comes back a second time to say giraffeaholic will be in recovery for about another hour. It is almost 7 am and I'm in need of sleep so I opt to go home catch a few ZZZ's and bring Mom and Sister in law back later that day.
Tuesday After a few hours of sleep I awake to a Snort digging big holes in our street right in front of my house. This means we have no water. Darn, I could really use a shower. So, I use some bottled water and do the best I can. Camping out in ones own house is kinda counter productive. I make it through the maze of Backhoes and Dump Trucks that is my street and pick up giraffeaholic's Mom and Sister and take them to the hospital. This gives The new father some time to go home and get some things. And Mom and Sister fawn over the baby. A few hours later I take them home. I go back to working on my school project.
In the mean time my father calls and wants me to come out to West Virginia and pick a few things of my Uncles that I might like to have. I explain I have class and a large midterm project that has been pushed back due to added research. He is not happy and pushes for me to come up later in the week. My brother says he will go with me if I go.
Wednesday. I'm coming down with something, I get home from class and lay down on the sofa and pass out. I call giraffeaholic's house and leave a message, I'm sorry I can not pick them up today as I'm sick. I'm shaking like I'm freezing and my head wants to explode, so I lay down, next thing I know the DH is coming home from work. The rest of the day I try to sleep.
Thursday lonebear calls and needs me to bring the In Laws to the hospital. Since I'm sick I say I'll drop them off, but it isn't a good idea for me to come up. My head is killing me but I get them there. It is determined that it would be better for the DH to pick them up on his way home from work, which he agrees to do. Yay Honey! My knight in shining armor. I spend most of the day in bed or drinking tea. Heads explode, need I say more.
Friday lonebear calls and realizes I sound worse than the day before, I best stay home. I'm sorry I couldn't help more. But I really do not want to get anyone sick as they are already having some feeding issues. Call the Dad unit and say, sorry I won't be up as I'm sick. I can tell from his voice and choice of words he is not happy and he goes on to tell me that my brother and his wife came out. Good for them, his wife doesn't work and if he wants to take time off from his job, which he tells me he isn't getting enough hours at, and take his son out of school, that is his business. Some more guilt is thrown at me, which I try to dodge, and offer some suggestions for other times to get together. Then he tells me my cousin is coming out from California. Implying that if my cousin can make it from there why can't I. My cousin also doesn't work or go to school and to the best of my knowledge has a trust from his parents. Nor does he have an SO. All I say is, "How nice, I'm sorry I won't be there to see him." The Dad unit finally decides I am sick from how my voice sounds and says get better and good bye. I call the other brother and say no road trip and he says good he didn't want to go anyway. I shrug my shoulders and roll my eyes. What I say is, "Ok, maybe another time." My Friend anubisgrrl comes over and hangs out, which is much appreciated. Insomnia sets in and I have a really hard time sleeping.
Saturday the head no longer feels like it wants to explode, it is now a dull pain. I spend most of the day trying to catch up on the project from hell, er school and other homework. I feel well enough to do the Murder Mystery at His Lordships Kindness, where I'm supposed to play a charlatan Medium/Fortune Teller at a fancy dress party in the twenties. The evening goes well, as I'm not the murderer. We hold a really phony seance, where the murderer revels himself as the ghost of his dead sister visits him. I faint and get wine splashed in my face. There were more performers than guests, but I think everyone had a good time.
Sunday more homework, Think I finally have the school project locked down. Play some City of Heroes with the DH as we haven't played together in ages. Later that day we go to the Halloween Dance the the Conservatory. Sadly, I forgot to charge the battery so, I do not get to bring the camera and take pictures as every one looks so good in their costumes.
Monday the 27th is my Mothers Birthday, She turned 81! First I drag the project to school only to find out, no wait one more thing! So, now it is due on Wed, no really this time, it really is due. Get the results from the midterm, where I missed a 100, because I seemed to have forgotten one T-F question. ARRRRRGH! (lol, pretty funny really) Go home, try to finish said project, yet again. Then go down to my Mother's. Apparently I am a space alien and do not belong in this family. Having called earlier to let them know I was coming, she seems to not have gotten the message and is ticked off that I have arrived unannounced. My brother's then engage in a political discussion. Mind you, by discussion I mean, I sit there, they lob questions at me which I am then not given time to answer. Then I'm accused of taking to much time to answer them and I am side tracking them to avoid the question. When I do get a word in edge wise, I say, "You have asked me where I get my information, do you want to know where I got it?"
"NO, we are past that now and it is no longer the point."
Where in I have to suppress laughter as it is at this juncture my other brother says to the brother that has been pestering me, "Well get to the point, what is the point?" The first brother says, "I dont' know what the point is anymore, she has distracted me and gone off on a tangent again."
What I would like to do is slap them silly, tell them to shut up and let me actually answer them, but what I do say is, "You were saying 'X' about 'Y,' and that you didn't know where I was getting my information." he tries to interrupt me again, by telling me I just want to have the last word, but I say, "No, you wanted to know and I'm going to tell you. I went to the candidates website and read it for myself." This, however, does not seem to be a good enough answer. All he really wants me to say is yes or no to questions designed to make me and the candidate I'm voting for look stupid. He should have been a lawyer as he, learning from an expert, my Mother,can twist anything you say to become not what you have said at all. He has also learned the 'never let them say a word and say it loud enough to try to intimidate them' from my father. At this point I really do change the subject, things calm down and I go to say good bye to my Mother. Before I leave, my brother who was so fired up at me says he has some clothes that are mine and I should take them with me. We go to look at them and I decide I really do need to have the last word, so I say, "Look, what really matters is that you care enough to vote. And for that I am proud of you. There are so many folks that do not seem to understand or care how important it is. There are people in other countries that are dieing for this privilege that so many of us take for granted." At that he had to agree with me.
As I left I could hear them saying how stupid I was. The DH pointed out that the reason they have to tear me down all the time, is that my life is better than theirs and they do it to make themselves feel better. They have been doing this to me all my life. So, I guess they thought I had it better than them even when we were kids.
And on the nonsence side of things - Please click these little guys or they will die. Thank you!
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