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God, I thought I was holding together so well, but I'm obviously not. Michael is, I guess, jealous because Matthew is getting the 'attention' by being sick. Outside of the fact that Matthew has been asleep most of the time since we got home and I have done nothing but spend dedicated time with Michael, he is really acting out. He's lashing out at me by throwing things and vying for my attention.

Scott called and was questioning why Matthew had to have the surgery redone in two weeks - like I totally understood the explanation. All I knew was he had problems on the left side, bled, and they weren't able to get it completed the way they wanted. They are afraid because of the bleeding that if they use the high-pressure spray it could start the bleeding again and cause problems. He wants me to have the doctor call him tomorrow to explain or else he will go up to her office to get an explanation as soon as he gets back in town. Hey - I don't want him to have more surgeries than he needs either, but I was alone and scared when she was explaining things, so I'm sorry if I couldn't give a full medical explanation for why he has to go back under. There's nothing I can do about it at 6:30, so it will have to wait until tomorrow.

While I was on the phone with Scott, some guy from my company calls me on my cell phone. I couldn't understand him (HEAVY foreign accent) so I just said 'Wrong number' and hung up rather than wasting time trying to explain to him. After I got off the phone with Scott I got my voice mail and figured out it was a guy from work who wanted access to a new tool I'm rolling out in a few weeks. I apologized for snapping at him initially, told him the tool wasn't yet rolled out, and told him to email in a request. He said he had, but he needed the space soon. I told him later in the week, when I returned to work, I would set it up, but explained to him that my son had surgery and there were problems that left him in a lot of pain and that had priority. Although he said he understood, he kept pressuring me about it. I wanted to scream "WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT 6:30 PM ON MY PERSONAL CELL PHONE BUGGING ME ABOUT WORK ISSUES?????"

Anyway, I got off the phone with him while still being civil, apologized to Michael for snapping at him for hitting me with a ball (I had put him in time out while I was on the phone), took a look at Matthew all swelled up on the couch with an approaching black eye, curled up on the floor and started crying. And crying.

My back really hurts and idiot that I am, I sent my mother home at 4:30 (to come back at 8:00 tomorrow). My main reason is that the kids go to sleep at 7:30, and if she stayed, I would spend the evening with her guilt trip. About what? Oh, about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. It's just her way. Without her here, at 7:30, I can just curl up and read, play video games, watch TV or something to not care.

That is, until Matthew wakes up the next time in pain. I'm still trying to decide whether to keep him in my bed or his bed tonight.


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Aug. 11th, 2004 12:53 am (UTC)
Oh geesh! What a day you have had. I wish I lived closer. I would leave Dave with the boy and come give you some relief.

Aug. 11th, 2004 01:42 am (UTC)
Thanks, Lethe. I wish you were closer.

I think it's mostly hard because I'm pretty much alone for it. Were Scott here to share it with, I don't think it would be so bad. I was being the 'strong' mommy, and things just built up. I had a couple of hours of wanting to step out of that and have someone take care of ME for a while *laugh*

I got better - didn't even have to drink a glass of wine to get there. Just needed to see both of my boys (in separate rooms - I decided Matthew sleeps with me tonight) sleeping quietly. They are angels when they sleep, truly. :)
Aug. 11th, 2004 06:56 pm (UTC)
Aren't they all.

I understand. Dave is my rock.
Aug. 11th, 2004 04:15 am (UTC)
your day was MUCH worse than mine, fer sher
0) Twinkies. Go to the store and buy some. Bring em home and nuke em, or deep fry em, or make a Twinkie Pizza. Did I mention I went to Nick-n-Willy's Pizza earlier this week (they make the dough and pile on the ingredients, and you take it home and bake it). Heck, I'll blog the adventure for the world to see.

1) Mother's Peanut Butter Bumpers? {snort, snort}

2) see you Friday @ Jorg's Vienna Cafe, while Jill is @ The Londoner for the 87th time? :-)

-gb, back from 2 civic meetings (one @ Dallas City Hall, another at the local Police Station). the city's gonna spray chemicals in my neighborhood to ward off the mosquitoes, because my neighbors can't figure out what REMOVE STANDING WATER means. {sigh}
Aug. 11th, 2004 12:42 pm (UTC)
Re: your day was MUCH worse than mine, fer sher
It depends on how Matthew is feeling whether I can come out there on Friday. If he is well enough, I'll try to leave him with mom to come out for lunch.

Twinkie pizza? I worry about you sometimes, Gene :)
Aug. 11th, 2004 01:14 pm (UTC)
Re: your day was MUCH worse than mine, fer sher
The Great Pizza Encounter of 2004 is now documented on the Gene Bob Blog.

Also, understood about Friday lunch @ Jorg's Vienna Cafe being dependent on Matthew. Suggest making a Twinkie Pizza for him -- that's real comfort food and will lift his spirits .. AND mom's!! ;-)
Aug. 11th, 2004 04:18 am (UTC)
good god!!!!!!!!!
Aug. 11th, 2004 12:43 pm (UTC)
Yeah, ain't life grand sometimes? :)
Aug. 11th, 2004 02:31 pm (UTC)
Ah, Trish. What a raunch day! It's got to be hard to be everything at once, on-top-of-it-all wife, understanding co-worker, attentive and loving Mommy, and caring for sick little one Mommy. (not to mention guilty daughter - good to kick that one to the curb.) I feel for you and wish I could help out!
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