Sorry I've not been able to blog much this week. It's been pretty darn insane around here. These kids are so ding-dang active and it's hard to keep up with everything all the time.
I suppose my mood at the moment is just a wee bit down, but I can't really put my finger on 'why'.
I'm up to my eyebrows right now stressed. At home here we've been slam-jammed busy every single day and night... from baseball to a picking up a kid sick at school. Add to that the garage door broke again. (Chris already tried to fix it once) I don't know if any of you have priced fixing garage doors... but it's a lot. Calling someone in for repairs would be costly so Chris is going to do it. But the door is not at all a simple aluminum door.... it's 500 pounds of steel, track and machine; it's heavy and complicated. Chris is going to Jacksonville to work next week (has to work where he can) and so I'll be without him for 6 days next week... leaving every single thing the kids need up to me alone to get done. Stress........
Tonight for example... Chris is right now working - giving pricing for a side-job from a church member. Right after that Chris is going to South Tampa to help his mom move something heavy. Jonathan is going to babysit for a friend at about 6:30. Kayla is going to the Movies with her boyfriend at 7. Kayte is going to the mall with a friend sometime. Justin needs to be at baseball practice by 6. Chris should be home - I dunno... sometime after 9 I'm sure. Kayla about 10. Justin about 8:30. Kayte around 10:30 or so. And.... I've got to plan dinner around this schedule or else (and - no lie - this HAS happened) everyone looks at me at 10pm and says "what's for dinner?" UGG
Then Julie called this afternoon nearly in tears... she wants to see the kids - when am I going to be able to bring them? Darn good question... I really don't know. She truly doesn't understand how busy it is for me... and yet I have this guilty feeling in my gut for not doing 'something' more to be able to get the kids down there to see her. Julie said "if you just ask them if they want to go see their mom, they'll give up whatever it is they are doing to come and see me". And as much as that might be true, I don't feel like getting consensus from all the kids on who gives up what on what day. Plus... the kids say things to Julie that they really don't mean, for example, Justin said he'd miss a game... but I know for a fact he doesn't really want to.
Mom said she'd bring the kids to see Julie on Easter Sunday. Ah geez... Easter, I've got to cook! UGG. Anyways... mom said she'd bring them down there then because it's a holiday. I guess that would be fine, although the judge said I was supposed to be 'within eye or ear distance at ALL times'. He made it very clear. But.... right now... I really don't care. Julie needs to see them and I don't have the time or energy to get them all down there. If mom wants to do it, I'll let her do it, no problem.
The other thing was that Julie wanted Katie and my "permission" to go home. She's been in the mental hospital for "a long time" and she asked me........ "isn't this long enough??" I tried to explain to her what the lady talked to us about when we went for the meeting (when they wanted to send her home because her insurance ran out). I tried to explain that I was told that - what the work on at the hospital was making sure she didn't kill herself. What they work on in long-term-care was supposed to be changing her attitude... the way she deals with things... that sort of thing. You know; Julie's taking prescriptions however she wants to... eating whatever she wants to because 'everyone else can so why can't I?'.... her need for men companionship all the time. Again... this is what I was told they could help her with. Julie says she goes to group all the time there at the hospital. I've been told that Julie rarely goes to group meetings.
And finally, I told Julie that... it's not up to me. She said 'you wrote the letter and that was the reason they kept me'. I told her that I would ALWAYS have an opinion... right or wrong... I'm always going to at least have an opinion. Do I think Julie is ready to go home and begin taking medications correctly, taking care of herself physically and mentally? No. I think she is tired of being there and I totally understand that. However, that being said... I don't think she's going to go home and try to kill herself either.
Oh, and the funniest thing......... Julie, while being in the mental ward of the hospital, has found two new 'roommates' for her house. Two women who are bi-polar. Now... I think it's GREAT that Julie rent out rooms in her house. ESPECIALLY if it's women and not men. It gives her a little income (assuming she'd actually collect the money this time and not let them walk all over her as she has done every single other time in the past). It means she doesn't have to be all alone in the big house (again - not men, so I think it'd be good for her). But I don't know how the dynamics of the house would be with three bi-polar women under one roof. I told her she should think about that. Course she thinks it's going to be fine.... they are 'just as normal' as she is. I'm going to keep my mouth shut on that one! Julie thinks it would be a great support system for each of them, which could certainly be true. But I also think that, if one were to go downhill, the others may follow.
Okay, just got back from taking Justin to baseball practice. Julie called.......... again.
I hate it when she's manic. HATE IT. It sounds nice enough.... manic = good mood. But it's not that simple. It's not a 'fake' good mood... it's truly legit.... but ---- it's not 'real'.
Sigh.....
Unless you know someone that is bi-polar it's hard to explain. She is SO "up" right now.
Today she says that she is going to go home and begin to cook and eat right. She's going to exercise. Course just the other day she couldn't understand why she couldn't eat a big mac like everyone else and said that she would NOT stop eating like that. Nor would she stop drinking all that coke (10+ a day) because she 'has' to have it. And.... then she said it again and it made my heart break... "I'm getting my kids back". She said that one of the nurses there was going to sign a letter saying that she was mentally better. She then went on to say that the "court paper said that, in order to get my kids back, I have to manage my blood sugar." Well.... it's does NOT say that.... it says nothing about sugar. I didn't say anything to her... I wanted to throw the phone... that's what I wanted to do. Instead I just said that I needed to go. Sigh.........
I hate it when she's manic.
Good news......... let's think about something positive here............ Did I tell you that while I was visiting Amanda in Orlando I fit into her jeans? Yepper! Size 12 which is 10 whole SIZES smaller than last year at this time. Ten. Yes-sir-ee-buddy. Granted I left out the word 'squeezed' into the jeans, but they were on and if I do say so myself, looked pretty darn good. Lots more to go.... but it's a nice start for darn sure.
FRUSTRATING.... Kayla just told me that I need to drive her to her boyfriends house so that they can all go to the movies tonight (his mom is driving). The boyfriend is HERE at my house. I just sat down after taking Justin to baseball practice, which the field is right by Gaither High School. Now I need to drive them to his house -- which is guess where? Right by Gaither High School. Then turn around and go home. Rest for 30 minutes - and go BACK to pick up Justin from baseball practice 30 minutes or so later. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhh
I've got to run.... too much to do and I've got to get under control here. Maybe if I get everything settled and accomplished by 11pm tonight, I can sit in the hot tub and drink a nice LARGE glass of wine. Yeah.............. that would be nice. Four hours to go.............
One more thing before I go. I have a very good friend who is an avid blog reader of mine who has experienced a horrendous family tragedy involving her father. Her name is Debi and if you could please lift her up in prayer - even though you don't know why, trust me when I tell you that she needs it. I'm positive that God knows why. Please pray for Debi and her entire family as they struggle to deal with this tragedy. And, Debi, my 'lasagna lady', if you are reading this -- love ya!
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