What a freakin’ week I had last week. It was a BUMMER.
It started off with a phone call from my momma last weekend bright and early in the morning, “I’m heading to Baltimore. Your cousin Brian committed suicide.”
Of course, the first words out of my mouth were, “Do I need to come up there?”
No, no I don’t, she tells me. I don’t have to go. They don’t know what’s happening yet. They don’t know yet if there’s even going to be a funeral. It all is still fresh, she doesn’t know much else, but she’s heading to Baltimore as soon as my aunt came in from Richmond. They were riding together to head to Baltimore to hold my other aunt’s hand. Poor woman. I couldn’t imagine. Her only son. She is the one that found him hanging there, too. I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I do believe she’s braver than I am. I don’t know that I’d still be walking if I were in that situation.
Tuesday night 3/20/2012:
(Hysterical sobbing coming through the front door) “Ummm, she fell.” Says one of neighborhood kids.
My poor Big Girl. Bloody, messy road rash from around her eyebrow bone down to her chin. Mouth pouring blood. Hobbling on one leg. Knee pouring blood too. Wonderful.
The hysterical crying goes on for a good thirty minutes. I can’t see inside her mouth, all I can tell is the pouring blood won’t stop. And she won’t let me look in there. But all I can see is blood spewing out.
I call the dentist. Of course, they’re closed. Thankfully, their wonderful pediatric dentist has her cell phone on the answering machine in case of an emergency. I called her. She says she’d meet me tonight, or wait until the morning. Finally, I get her to calm down. I choose morning after talking to the dentist and getting Big Girl calmed down.
Big Girl of course, won’t eat dinner. Won’t take a shower. Won’t brush her teeth.
So of course, Boy doesn’t want to do any of it either.
Finally: bed time.
12:05AM – (puke, puke, puke) (cry, cry, cry) (puke, puke, puke) (cry, cry, cry)
My son has just exorcist puked everywhere. All over his bed, all down his bed, all over himself. All over his floor, all around his room, and all over the bathroom, toilet, and floor. So disgusting.
This has been the best six hours of my life. (As I roll my eyes…)
I finally get him cleaned up. And the floor. And his bed stripped of bedding. And the bathroom cleaned. And a load of laundry started. Then he wants to sleep with me. No f’ing way. Are you kidding me?! Puke Pants McGee? In my bed? I don’t f’ing think so. Instead I say, “You can sleep on my floor buddy, right beside me, ok? I’ll make you a little bed.”
He nods like it’s the best thing on earth! Both my big children love to sleep on the floor (this I don’t understand, but they do it all the time! – by choice!) So I make him a bed on the ground. I think I fall back asleep finally around 1:30am maybe – maybe.
2Am – I hear little feet racing across my bathroom floor. Then I hear puke. Here we go again.
3AM – Puke.
4AM – Puke.
5AM – Puke. And more puke.
6AM – Puke.
7AM – Puke.
8AM – Puke. Headed to dentist with Big Girl.
9AM – Thankfully, from what the x-ray shows, Big Girl only chipped a tooth. But, from how swollen her mouth is, dentist can’t see much else. She won’t do anything until next appointment. Until then, good luck. See you next week. Great
3:15PM – Doctor with all 3 kids, for Boy. Strep test. Negative – thank God. Even though Big Girl just had strep. Woo hoo! Just a stomach bug. Gross.
Big Girl stayed home. Forced Boy to go to school. No fever, no pukes. But we missed the bus. So I drive him. Still have Big Girl home. She kinda gets on my nerves all day. She’s bored with being home for the second day in a row. I had to pack for me, my hubby, and Baby Girl to head to Maryland for the night. Big kids went to their dad’s after school so we could head to Maryland for the viewing and funeral.
8PM – Arrived at hotel in Maryland.
8:20PM – Left for funeral home for the viewing.
11AM – Funeral for my cousin. Who was about six months older than I was. That’s it. He was born only six months earlier than I was. And he took his own life. We grew up together. It makes me so sad. And mad that he could do that to his family. To his children. To his mother. And sisters. And the rest of his friends and family. And everyone dealing with the fallout of it. He got to escape the pain, all the while pushing it onto others. It’s selfish really.
3PM – Finally heading home. DC traffic on a Friday? Gross.
7PM – Finally home. Paradise. Hubby and I talk about how wonderful it is to be at home. What a great life we have together. How magical it is to be home.
Praying for a better week…