Friday night the MIT and i headed out to Toronto to spend the night at L & D's place. The MIT had sworn He wouldn't have any fun at all. That He wouldn't talk to anyone. That we would go and that He was going to be rude and hate everything. Well, as soon as we walked in the door, He was giving D a hug, and L a hug, and was chattering with the girls. i knew that would happen, but it is still nice to see. Once the kids were in bed, L, D and i had some nice adult conversation and headed to be our selves. Saturday was going to be busy.
Saturday my back still hurt a bit, but i survived. We all got up pretty early. L made the kids (all 5 of us) pancakes, and Herself some eggbeaters.
It was about this time i heard the Gods laugh. D noticed M was scratching at her eye. She was rubbing it raw. He looked and saw a black fleck in her eye. Off she and L went to wash they eye out, but the black fleck stayed in. The grownups had a meeting in the office (we were smoking and trying to figure out what we would all do). Talk about cancelling our plans and having to take M to a doctor of some sort was the only answer we could come up with. i would stay at the house with the MIT and S, and L, D, and M would head to the hospital or walk-in clinic to get the fleck out. L & D decided to give it one more try, and they got the fleck out! No need to change plans. We would all be heading to the science center together! Well, once the adults got our butts in gear.
The MIT and i had a great time. It took the MIT a while to get into the swing of the place, but once He figured out He would like it there, all things were good. i got a picture of Him lifting a car. He has a picture of His face on the Incredible Hulk's body. i got some geodes from the gift shop. i got some pictures of M & S doing different things. It was a good day. The Marvel special thingy wasn't all that great. It seemed like repeats of stuff in other sections of the science center. At least i am now able to say i am a mutant. i was tested and that was the result. hehehehe.
The MIT and i had to drive home that night. The MIT is taking confirmation classes (Anglican, not Catholic) and my Mom wanted Him to be at her place overnight. It felt like a let down to me, leaving so abruptly. It would have been nice to have stayed and spent more time. Especially once the kids were in bed. More adult talk is needed sometimes.
Sunday was an easy day. It was the final race of the Nascar season. Mike's driver won the championship. The whole race i could picture the way it was last year. How we sat on the couch and cuddled, and played a bit while we watched the point standings rise and fall. i could almost hear Him cheering when His driver won. i didn't get sad though. i thought i would have, but i didn't. i watched the race, cursing at Him every once in a while about how His driver was winning. i actually enjoyed it.
Yesterday was hell. my Mom decided there was a lot i needed to get done. She dragged me all over the place, and didn't listen when i said that i was done. That i was past the point of being out around people. Sure i got lots of stuff done, but at what expense? i felt like i had been plowed over by a transport. The physical manifestations of my panic attacks are getting worse. i had little time to pull myself together before the MIT came home. i ended up not cooking again last night. i did pull it together enough to take the MIT with me to the reserve for smokes. At least i could do that. Oh, and i didn't kill my Mother. Although the thought did cross my mind.
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