I had the usual Sunday meet up with 2 of my siblings at mom and dad's after they got home from church. I do it for my parents. My brother and older sister are too busy talking and trying to one-up each other. At some point I TRY to get a word in edgewise but I barely say a sentence before they cut me off. They take off running with whatever I started to say. They don't even notice that I finally pull out my phone and start messing with my texts and facebook.
Being home around my family can be nice, in some sort of twisted sense of comfort yet, at the same time, I find myself becoming angry inside because they all want to tell me what is wrong with my choices and what I should do instead. I am SO tired of being told that what I am doing or decide to do is wrong...or what is wrong with it. Because everyone else is so perfect and just KNOWS EXACTLY what is right. It must be right because it is THEIR opinion and ideas...not mine.
I got to my son's apartment Thursday late afternoon. NOTHING was packed. I opened the door to the 'guest' bedroom and it was WORSE than when I was there in November...and had cleaned it up and packed some things. I was SO overwhelmed. I wanted to cry.
Friday I dug in and started packing box after box after box. My younger sister showed up to help pack some of the kitchen. She didn't get very far because she couldn't stay long but whatever she did I didn't have to. I packed boxes all day long Friday. I got up super early Saturday morning and continued packing some of the kitchen. TJ had to work Friday night. He came in the apartment and I had him take me to Arby's to grab something to eat. He had eaten at work. He was ranting and raving about an argument he had with Brit on the phone. I could feel the muscles in my neck tightening. I finally told him, "STOP! Just STOP! I can't take this anymore! I know you need to vent but this is the same thing OVER and OVER! You are stressing me out SO much I am sorry...I don't mean to make this about me but honest to GOD I can't listen to this anymore! You made the decision to move in to that house...you are going to go and stay until this contract job is done THEN it is either going to work or you are going to leave but I can't listen to this ANYMORE!"
He was speechless. Then he apologized. He said she had told him she wasn't sure she even liked him anymore but she wanted them to work it out. He was really hurting. I told him he deserved not to be miserable but he had to care about himself.
I just about killed myself packing them up. Did everything make it on the truck? No. They had to go back and pack up some leftover stuff under the sinks and in a few upper kitchen cupboards. He had the nerve to call me and tell me, "not everything got packed! " welllll...maybe if the 2 of you had done SOMETHING! I couldn't pack a whole apartment in one damn day! I am just so over the 2 of them!
I love my son and will always be here for him but they have GOT to get their crap together. He has decided to keep working some contract jobs and in between he is going to be sponsored by Ohio Means Jobs to get some certifications for various IT things so he can move into a full time job with a company.
I stopped and spent Saturday night with Beth and Jordan. They had come and helped us unload the truck into a storage unit...along with Brit's mom. Her mom kept Brit moving. I was grateful. Jordan kept TJ moving and they packed and piled things inside the storage unit. Bethany climbed up into the Grandma's Attic in the truck and pushed out the boxes...I put them at the edge of the truck, Brit's mom piled them onto the long hand trucks and Brit took them into the storage unit (it was inside a building). It was a pretty good system. I ended up driving TJ back to their house because we had to take some night stands and a few other things back there and it would not all fit in Brit's car and carry the 3 of them. I dropped him off and by the time I got to Beth and Jordan's, they had some chicken enchiladas for me and some wine coolers. We talked until I just could not anymore. In the morning I took them to Bob Evans for breakfast. After we got back to the apartment, it was not long before I had to pack up and leave.
Jordan was asking me all kinds of questions about houses up here. They are planning on moving in with me (wherever I am) for a year. I am looking at other houses and hoping to sell this place and move out of here.
Debbie P got me out of the house Friday night to a coffee house and game night at the church. It was pretty fun. She texted me today that she is thinking of looking for a place to rent in Rock Creek so she is closer to the hospital where she works. Rock Creek is farther away from where I am now. I have not had time to see Susan lately. My life has been wrapped around work. I worked until 6 p.m. on Friday. This coming weekend TJ will be here to visit before he starts his next contract job.
I wrote my last IEP Friday until April. I get a break. Hallelujah! yeah...I had 9 of those to write in the weeks leading up to going to help my son move. We shall see what happens....
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