The Week that Was... I'm glad it's over!

Good Eveeeening - sorry, just trying to channel Vincent Price there a bit. I don't know how much blogging time I have, as my daughter keeps coughing in her sleep, and if it's any indication of last night, I might be in there posthaste.
Soooooo kiddies, it's been one of those fucking weeks where you just are exhausted. I don't even know where to begin. Let's start with the present. I still have my cold. Enough said. It's been a week. I am sick of it. I am sick of blowing my nose. I am sick of holding kleenex to my nose when talking to people, trying to gracefully wipe large strings of snot protruding out of my nostrils (which never seem to end, by the way) so that I do not gross people out. I am sick of holding a kleenex in front of me even when I am not wiping away said strings, because I am unsure what is poking out of my nose. I am sick of having to look up my nostrils to see if the "coast is clear". I am fed up with the whole thing. Worse, the kids have been sick. Remember last week when Keryn was sick? Well, she's still coughing. Only at night, mind you, really, but still, last night was something else. She is coughing tonight too but I am dreading putting the vaporizer in her room because it makes it so damn hot in there. However, I believe the vaporizer moment is imminent, as I hear her coughing now... hang on, gonna try and do it without waking her.
Ok back - so far so good. Putting the vaporizer in her room isn't easy, because I have to close her window too, which is a production, because it's fucked up, so I have to take her screen out and grab the window, all because I am too un-handy to know how to fix it, and then close it, and then put the screen back in case I have to open it later because of the heat (the mosquitos are like swarms of birds or something this year), and then close her blind, because, being this is northern Saskatchewan, one of the few perks of this place is that it is 11:30 at night and I can still see slight light in the distance in the north, and then the sun like rises at 3:00 am or starts to anyway. So, it's a production to do these easy tasks.
Kim was the sick kid this week. I missed an afternoon, a full day, and then a morning of work this week because we were both sick, but she was REALLY sick. We took her in yesterday and she has bronchitis, but up until last night, I almost thought it was pneumonia, and I almost took her in at midnight, but then the antibiotics must have kicked in and she slept well. So, it's been just hectic with the sick kiddies. I hope Keryn has a good night. She's coughing up a storm. But anways....
So Rachel and her family had a garage sale here today and tomorrow. It's been absolutely nuts getting ready for this thing, and as Margo can attest, there is junk galore here. I am suprised it went off today, considering we were still pricing shit at 11 last night and going through stuff. So that's been another diversion this week.
So anyway, the week started out with me going to a funeral. One of our security people at work died after being hospitalized a few weeks with heart trouble. It was unexpected, and the funeral just put me in a funk. His son wrote this song and played it, and there was this line about him being lonely, and we all knew he was a lonely man because he was always sort of prying and stuff, and so then I kept thinking "what did you ever do to make his day" and all that stuff, and all the frailty of life thoughts went around in my head, and then I started thinking "someday, that will be you in that box" and wondered what kind of impact or memory or legacy I would leave if any, and if anyone would even really care, and all that fun stuff, and the whole we are all going to die thoughts were bothering me, and then I started to think about my parents dying and how horrid that will be and all that. So it was a downer. Then that night Rach and I had a little petty argument, and I was being pouty (but still sort of justified in my mind) so that put a damper on everything.
So Tuesday rolls around, and this was the height of my sickness, remember. The rain finally stopped pissing down and we were finally to get our damn sod that night. So, I was sick, Kim was sick, and we had to do sod, and were having a million people come to help, so I went home sick to take care of Kim and cook stew for the 19 people coming for supper because it's "Easy". Well, I leave work at 11 and go to Superstore. I am trying to get everything done so I can be home by 12, because I wanted to get the stew on before Rach had to go back to work . Well, I grab almost everything but can't find a couple things so I think I'll just stop at Sobeys on the way home. I also had to buy a big roaster, but the 25 lb roasters were like 23 dollars so I think "go to Walmart". So I run to Walmart, and no big roasters, so I have to run back to Supertore and time is ticking away and I am getting all stressed, and I don't get to Sobeys until 12. Well, by this time I am feeling sweaty and sort of fevery and weak, and then I am wondering if I am sick or having a panic attack or what. I just wanted to get the hell out of there, and the chick is ringing my items in so slow and trying to make small talk, and I was so pale and sweaty (my sister told me that morning - "you look awful" - just what you love to hear!), and all I can think is "if you don't hurry up and bag that shit faster, sister, I am going to throw up all over your stupid smock."
So I make it out of there and get home at 12:20 and run in and Rach says my sister Lois called and asked for me to do something for Dad, because he wasn't feeling good - he was having a stomach attack. This stomach thing seems to me like a gallbladder attack at it's worst, because it happened at Christmas, and he spent Xmas night in the hospital with this pain, and so they checked his heart out, and he's been for tons of heart tests because he's had it again a couple times since, but they think it's a stomach thing, but of course, all tests show nothing, so he is awaiting a specialist. So anyway, it still scares me because I always think it's his heart, and I saw him on Sunday, and he just looked so... I dunno... not himself. So anyway, I guess my sister called and asked Rach if I could do this thing for him because he wasn't feeling good, and my sister Leslie was still here because she babysits for us, and so she calls my mom , who knows nothing of this at this point, so then I guess Leslie gets all mad and tells Rachel my mom is a bitch because he's scared to tell her anything, and on and on, and so I come home, after this shitty morning, to all of this, and I am ready to lose it, so then Rach has to leave and I call mom and find out Dad went to the hospital to get checked out, so then I freak out, especially after the whole funeral thoughts the day before, so I am a wreck, and Kim is sicker than hell and I don't know how I am going to make 25 fucking pounds of stew. So I am trying the best I can, and let me prefice all this by saying that Rachel said the sod people said they needed a 10 foot by 10 foot place to put the pallets of sod down, and since our back fence has a narrow gate, they were going to put them in the driveway. Well, I see this huge sod truck drive by and see Rachel's car in the driveway. Apparently, she took mine to work. Well, that's fine, but I don't have a key to her car, so I start to panic that they won't be able to drop the sod off. Well, I am freaking. Just losing it. And then I see this forklift in the back alley, and I am thinking "what, are they going to drop it behind the fence?" I was so mad and freaked out, but it turns out Rachel called them before I got home and they said they could pile it up against our fence. So I was freaking for nothing.
Anyway, my dad was out emergency by like 1:30 I guess and having coffee at A & W with his retiree people that he goes to every Tuesday by 3:00, so I was panicking for nothing. I also somehow got the stew and salad made by 3:00, and we got the sod in - easy peasy, as Jaime Oliver would say. I'll take pics and post em once I pick up all the shit in the yard.
So then the next day I was home with Kim, and Thursday morning we took her to the Dr. So she's mending, but Keryn's cough is back at night, and I just want everyone to be well for once. Fuck, it seems like we've all been sick on and off for a couple months. Ah well, I should just shut the fuck up, shouldn't I, with all of those kids dying of AIDS in Africa and whatever. LOL, oh man, I still have some of the funeral angst in me, don't I?
Margo got here last night, and came over today for a quick visit and a bowl of chili. She says she will leave tomorrow already. This from the chick who always extends her visits. Methinks there is a woman involved in her decision! She got sort of defensive when I mentioned that, and she did say she had things she wanted to do on Sunday instead of travelling, but the clincher was when I said something about when she came out later in the summer and she said "I don't think I'm coming back." So she isn't coming back, which she does every year to spend time with her dad.... lol, it's because she's dating. But all kidding aside, I am so glad she's so happy - she deserves it. You deserve it, you exquisite beast, you! Ah well, maybe she'll change her mind about coming here in July, who knows. Seeing her for just a little while makes me think about how much I miss having her around. Damn technology - they can put a man on the moon, but they can't make some speed travel machines?
ooh, kid calling, I'll finish this later if I can - let's just say, I am glad the week is over, y'all y'all y'all!
xo
JT