
I hope everyone feels better (Taffy) and is staying safe (Erii!!)
Unfortunately, my hubby tends to be one of those asses when dealing with people. It depends on the amount of noise pollution, how long he's been on his feet and how low his blood sugar is. But I always tell him to be nice, and he almost always holds back or walks away to sit down while I deal with the people.
I always remind him about the story of our Baltic Cruise some years back. It was a MacMania Cruise. We were laid over in Washington (I think it was). There was a couple with young kids. The kids were rowdy and all the more so because of the delay. The father got down on the floor and tried distracting the kids but my husband saw it as "Hippy parenting".
I told him to be nice and he held his tongue.
When we got to the Cruise ship, that man turned out to be David Pogue, one of the speakers on the cruise 
My rant is my .......... (drum roll please) stinking fatigue.
I went to see my daughters today. I fell asleep at around 1:30AM and I woke at 8:30AM. I stopped for gas, breakfast burritos and a drink. I could hardly stay awake for the drive. About 15 minutes from the foster family's house, I pulled over and called them to let them know I would be about 15 minutes late because I needed a power nap. Wth.
About 15 minutes away from home, on my way back, I had to pull over and take another nap. I set my cellphone for 4PM, giving myself 20 minutes to sleep. But I forgot to turn the alarm on- I was THAT tired- and I slept until 4:30. I woke because I had overheated sleepy in the car, in the sun.
I had taken green tea/hoodia as well as a caffeine pill. I know I'm pretty immune to caffeine but it usually helps give me at least a LITTLE edge.
When I got home, I googled "caffeine catalepsy" because, for years, I've been certain I suffer from it. When I'm not on anti-anxiety meds, I get so sleepy when stressed that I will fall asleep no matter what I'm doing- talking, driving, writing... but it's progressive. When it first hits hard, I have the fatigue, the my face tingles, my hands tingle, my speech becomes slurred like I'm drunk, I lose control of my body, I see two realities before me- a dream and what's really going on and then I fall completely asleep.
But it turns out, people in a catalepsic (sp) state are completely conscious.
I read on about narcolepsy and boy did that ring true. When I get hit hardest I will continue doing whatever WHILE I'm asleep. If I'm writing, I'll continue to write but it becomes complete chicken scratch lol. In my younger years, my ex-hubby always insisted on massages etc before sleep and I'd be completely asleep but still going through the motions. I've always called it "going on autopilot".
I don't know what the hell's going on with me, but it's driving me completely bonkers!
I tried dropping my daughter off early, but the foster family had gone out. I drove to the house through a crowd and 3 cop cars! I dropped her off but she flagged me down, so I drove through the incident then turned around and had to drive through the cops again lol.
Then we waited in the car and absorbed all the drama. Turns out, my daughter is living in "the ghetto". There are frequent gun shots on the street she lives on. There are frequent fights.
The cops ended up leaving right before the foster parents returned. The fight resumed right away and the crowd was back in the street and one guy was threatening a bunch of people with a baseball bat As I left, the cops were returning.
So.... the state is going to remove my kids from my home because of skipping school (everything else came out after the fact), and then place them someplace like that?!
Yeah, yeah... that doesn't change the fact I'm a horrible mom. I know that. I realize it's best for my kids NOT to be with me. But for some reason it still irks the hell out of me. I don't know. Maybe it's like the pot that calls the kettle black. I'm not best for my kids, okay, I know that. But you seem to think you have all the answers and can do a better job, and THAT's the result? Don't freagin call me a horrible parent and then put my childs LIFE at risk
But hey, at least in the States care, they might die quickly instead of living into adulthood being bums on society... (as their life choices were then directing them)
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