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I feel silly posting about my problems here, because so many people have much bigger problems, but I just feel like complaining a bit if that's OK. I'll probably type this out and then delete it, because that's what I usually do.
March has sucked this year. On March 5th my dad passed away suddenly. He had been in poor health a long time but his actual death was a shock. My husband and I dropped everything, got a babysitter, and drove to a city 5 hours from us to take care of the immediate duties. We brought back Dad's cat, hoping he would manage to come to terms to our cat (this is a non-issue right now, as he refuses to leave the room we originally confined him to, even with the door open, I think he's depressed). There has been some minor family/inheritance drama, not nearly as bad as some I've heard of- at any rate, husband and I refuse to involve our family in this. Since March 5th I've been tasked with planning a memorial for the 18th, in a city 7 hours away (the hospital, crematorium, and funeral home have all seemed surprised I was not local. Like no one ever moves?!).
Then, a couple days later, I call the assisted living center where my grandfather, Dad's stepfather, lived. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in several years- he lived 7 hours away- but I sent him new pictures of the kids with a letter every three months like clockwork. I got hold of the number for the place to tell him about Dad, and the woman who answers informed me that my grandpa died several months before. None of my letters was ever returned, and apparently his children didn't think to call my Dad to inform him. WTF?
Anyway, we had a long-standing plan to go to a festival in my mom's (parents were divorced) city (we're not local to THERE either) the weekend of the 12th, so we decided to go ahead and go, and after the festival Husband and I would go see the new King Kong movie. Of course, at 4 am on Saturday my older son starts vomiting. No festival for us. The worst part is he was SO disappointed we couldn't go. Since we were at Mom's house anyway we decided to go to the movie and she would watch the kids. NOPE. Movie sold out. Oh, well. Son was feeling better on Sunday so we came home since the kid had school Monday.
Just after midnight on Monday I start throwing up. Great. We call Mom (the real MVP) who drove two hours to watch my toddler- I usually try to tough it out when I am sick, but I just couldn't take care of him, the state I was in. Feeling better today but still not 100%. Maybe 70%.
Oh yes, and today is my birthday. At least I feel well enough to try to finalize this memorial stuff.
So much of my life is wonderful, I feel selfish complaining when things do go wrong. But it's been a tough couple weeks.
March has sucked this year. On March 5th my dad passed away suddenly. He had been in poor health a long time but his actual death was a shock. My husband and I dropped everything, got a babysitter, and drove to a city 5 hours from us to take care of the immediate duties. We brought back Dad's cat, hoping he would manage to come to terms to our cat (this is a non-issue right now, as he refuses to leave the room we originally confined him to, even with the door open, I think he's depressed). There has been some minor family/inheritance drama, not nearly as bad as some I've heard of- at any rate, husband and I refuse to involve our family in this. Since March 5th I've been tasked with planning a memorial for the 18th, in a city 7 hours away (the hospital, crematorium, and funeral home have all seemed surprised I was not local. Like no one ever moves?!).
Then, a couple days later, I call the assisted living center where my grandfather, Dad's stepfather, lived. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in several years- he lived 7 hours away- but I sent him new pictures of the kids with a letter every three months like clockwork. I got hold of the number for the place to tell him about Dad, and the woman who answers informed me that my grandpa died several months before. None of my letters was ever returned, and apparently his children didn't think to call my Dad to inform him. WTF?
Anyway, we had a long-standing plan to go to a festival in my mom's (parents were divorced) city (we're not local to THERE either) the weekend of the 12th, so we decided to go ahead and go, and after the festival Husband and I would go see the new King Kong movie. Of course, at 4 am on Saturday my older son starts vomiting. No festival for us. The worst part is he was SO disappointed we couldn't go. Since we were at Mom's house anyway we decided to go to the movie and she would watch the kids. NOPE. Movie sold out. Oh, well. Son was feeling better on Sunday so we came home since the kid had school Monday.
Just after midnight on Monday I start throwing up. Great. We call Mom (the real MVP) who drove two hours to watch my toddler- I usually try to tough it out when I am sick, but I just couldn't take care of him, the state I was in. Feeling better today but still not 100%. Maybe 70%.
Oh yes, and today is my birthday. At least I feel well enough to try to finalize this memorial stuff.
So much of my life is wonderful, I feel selfish complaining when things do go wrong. But it's been a tough couple weeks.
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