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 Sis calls me - remember, I can't call her, but she can certainly call me in the middle of the day and make me drop everything - and advises me that she is off Mom's POA as primary for health care.  She'd be off the financials too, except legal counsel has advised her it's too hard, unwise if she wants to resume her post in six months and so on.

A crisis that lasts until the beginning of the next school year?  Total radio silence?  People are also posting some weird stuff to FaceBook over there too.  Have been for some time  - daydreams about running off to Europe for fifteen months, lalala (and that was Sis doing that one). BIL, kids...even stranger, more out of character.

This is the part where I start wondering what IS going on over there.  But I am a Good Sibling, I respect boundaries (particularly when they've been so clearly spelled out) and until this becomes an itch I can't help but scratch...I'm staying out of it.

But the whole thing makes me itch.   Wish I lived next door.  I'd borrow a buttload of sugar, mind you - one cup at a time.

Called Lil' Bro and Mom - largely to reassure them that they can call me in the middle of the night if they need me, yes I will  take on the doctor appointments, no problem...and apologized for not being the licensed social worker.  I am experienced, I'm not bad - but.

Mom cut me off.  "Don't hit yourself in the face."  And then she started crying.

That's one.

Jim's taken on being an observer/alternate for collective bargaining for the union this year - it's been quite the experience, he's just glowing with the strokes, the perks and the attention.  Problem is, it's also eating up a lot of time beyond the normal workweek.  This week alone, there are three days I've had to cut my day short to cover getting kid home before aftercare closes (he normally covers that one, I take him in) and then not getting home until late, late, late.

This little boy does NOT do well with lack of Dad.  Yesterday, we got a incident report - kid playing around in the bathroom, slipped and clocked himself in the head...and then threw sand at someone and The Parents Got Called.

Well, they did.  I'm taking off work again tomorrow to take in the parent-teacher conference - it's being done early, we need to talk about some behavioral issues.

My kid is teasing the other kids - and he's been extremely mean.  *sigh*  Well, he's angry enough to displace some of it on other people, not knowing he's doing it.  He's very angry right now.  There hasn't been a lot of downtime due to everyone working late, dealing with crap and so on - we haven't been home every night, there's been a lot of dinner out of the house, so less television time...not a lot of fun going on for anyone.

It's also adoption anniversary time.  While he might not externalize it, he certainly appears to feel it.  We've seen unattached anger every year, same time every year.

So, I've got a kid being extraordinarily mean to other kids right now.  Well, he learned from the best at the old school.  Crapcakes.

That's two.

I finally blew my cork at religious social club last night - Sunday School is a joke, it's me pulling my kid out of church to give a lesson every single Sunday and I'm ready to close the whole thing down as CE Coordinator because?

I'm not that good at it, I'm getting nothing to assist - and frankly?  I wouldn't invite anyone with kids right now.  That's one step short of resigning, and throwing the whole thing out.

This *was* a great experience.  I got more to do, hopefully something that will help - but.  I got more work to do.  (It's perfectly okay for me to completely restock the classrooms and get them ready to use again, after the emergency rehab when the plumbing flooded the place - but get any assistance to actually teach classes?  *grumble*)

That's three.

I'm having my memory banks *yanked* hard - and trying to be useful instead of whiny.  There are more posts to do about the years between 1992 and 1998 - but popfiend  needs what I got, so I'm being as good as I can.

He's not the only one.

I'm having a hard time playing Angel of Death again, so please.  This is not your experience, I don't want it to be your experience (on top of your own?  Please.) and there's plenty of horrendous on the periphery as it is.

Shit happens now, there's nobody left.

That's four.

My idea of 'busy' and yours?  Not your fault.

If I make it to Friday without walking into traffic?

AWESOME.

If I make it to Friday without walking into traffic?

AWESOME.

Go here and get this. Yes, it's a mashup. Yes, it's the Carpenters and Oasis. It's waaaay better than it deserves to be and it's pure unadulterated crack.

(I'm noting the difference in sound quality these two groups worked towards in recording. When The Carpenters were recording, sounding good meant staying in the mid-range and creating that whole wall of sound thing. That's what sounding good in the car was, when most people only had AM radio and one 4" speaker in the dashboard. Adding something recorded within the past ten years? HUGE difference - people have personal systems that can catch every possible frequency with exact precision, *excellent* headphones standard. You work to capture the full spectrum possible, peaks and valleys. Get nasal - it still works. So this is a bit jarring, but wow.)

You know the Carpenters grew up in the same neighborhood that spawned Nadya Suleman, right? Richard Carpenter still is one of the most dead-nuts-on piano players on the block (but why isn't he working more), and losing Karen Carpenter to stress and starvation is still one of the worst things I remember from the eighties. Barry Manilow should have kidnapped her and taken her with him to tour in Japan when her folks wouldn't let him date her. (Yup. In her twenties wouldn't let her date on her own. He was from a bad part of Brooklyn, you know.)

But I'm not bitter. ;)

And I gotta go check out this other group - I kinda like what I'm hearing.

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You know, having this kind of memory approaching fifty is NOT what I was expecting when I tried to imagine it at fourteen. Just saying.

Bedtime turning into total mess of secondary benefit, screaming and very little sleep.

Hence, my general lack of coherence today.

Oh, that's right - I can has kiyone tonight if I can stay awake that long.

I'd go nap in the car, but I have to make up the two days I took sick last week.

Bedtime turning into total mess of secondary benefit, screaming and very little sleep.

Hence, my general lack of coherence today.

Oh, that's right - I can has kiyone tonight if I can stay awake that long.

I'd go nap in the car, but I have to make up the two days I took sick last week.