I hope you will forgive me if I am so crabby and touchy you want to slap me with a sheet of plywood. I am just...just....ACK.
Okay, so first of all, I am trying not to interfere with the family's plans for my mother-in-law's body, but on the other hand I am so worried they're going to spend tens of thousands of dollars on stuff none of them care about just because they'll keep saying "Okay, okay, okay" to everything mentioned to them with NO IDEA how expensive things are, and have I mentioned we have after years of savings only JUST saved up enough for Rob's impending braces? And so the idea of spending, say, five times that much, on the disposal of a dead body, and possibly having to take out a home equity loan to pay for it, is...uh. ACK. Basically ACK. And yet just try even GENTLY suggesting that it would be cheaper to light the body on fire and go have a beer, and everyone gets all SQUIRRELLY.
And then, Paul is gone for at least a week, and I've had to put on wool socks AND an additional comforter just to match his furnace-like qualities, and also I am moping around feeling mopey about things I find of his such as this:
He took Rob with him, so I'm fretting about Rob missing so much school, and worrying that his teacher will think this means we don't think his education is important, and I'm worried Something Will Happen on the long car trip.
Also, I have NIGHTMARES about needing to pack rapidly for something, and so packing for their trip was stressful, and it has also been stressful to gradually become aware of all the things I forgot: Paul's undershirt, Rob's belt, Paul's pajama pants, Rob's toothbrush, etc. It's especially frustrating because everything I forgot for one person I remembered for the other, so it's not like I forgot about the need for such items, it's more like I LOST MY MIND. But all right, I can reassure myself: all these things can be purchased at store. It is no big deal. Breathe, breathe.
Meanwhile, back at the home front, William's fever has gone away as of several days ago, but now he is in the stage of Endless Coughing. And the other three children have all---ALL---developed fevers in the 102s and 103s. And when Elizabeth has a fever, she barfs, and so at 1:00 in the morning I was taking all the bedding off MY BED (mattress pad, sheets, down blanket, quilt, extra blanket for furnace replacement) because she came upstairs for what was apparently the express purpose of barfing on it, and also taking off all my own pajamas because ditto, and also thanking goodness we had about eight boxes of baking soda in the pantry, and also WASHING THE WALLS and let's leave it at that.
I mean, are you getting this? I am here by myself with four children, three of whom are sick, one of whom is BARFING sick. The house reeks and I'm trapped. TRAPPED! And meanwhile, decisions that could strongly affect my financial future are being made FAR AWAY and WITHOUT ME. ACK!
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...