I feel like a child again. Not because I’m back at camp or surrounded by hundreds of kids but because I’m working with an older nurse who reminds me of my mean grandma. She is the head honcho around here and is the nurse who trained me to work last year. She sleeps most of the day sitting in a recliner however any slight movement on my part and she pops those eyes open and watches my every move. Earlier in the day, after sitting in a chair staring out the window for a few hours, I decided I would go sit in my room and read a book on my phone instead. As I stood the warden opened her eyes and stared as I walked to my room. I glanced back and let her know I was going to read and my door would be cracked in case someone came. About 5 minutes later she yelled out, “Annabelle, are you really reading in there or are you sleeping?” In which I replied, “I’m reading”. Other than being patronized all day I love working with kids. We get all sorts of cases in here, broken arms, home sick, virus, sinus stuff, cuts, burns, you name it we have probably seen it all in one summer. The kids take injuries like champs out here, they stay calm and even though a few may cry they let us help them without a fuss. Adults would have thrown 10 times a fit had they gone through a quarter of what these boys do! I also visit them through the day and converse with them about camp life, they are funny and smart. Although I love my job here I’m ready to get home again. I want to see my girls and relax in my recliner eating Mexican take out and binge watching my favorite Netflix shows. This entire week I’ve been humming that song from Indian Summer, “take me home from camp granata(or something like that)”
My kids love to create stories. I often wake up to small drawings such as the deathly hollows symbol above, as they like to take the drawings and create another story. My favorite thing to do with my kids is to let them hear new music. Instrumental music from movie soundtracks are our favorites! We take the long way home every time we fall in love with a new song. Each of us take turns telling a story to what we see with the music. They have become experts at creating these elaborate short stories! So I have decided, this is the year I write their stories down! I want to make a book for them to keep. I’ve never done this before and I’m sure I’ll have to have someone proof read and edit it but I’m excited! To me it doesn’t matter if these books sale or go big, I am doing this for my girls. I want them to always remember and cherish our time spent together.
Last night I watched my dad die again. I relive the same event several times a month via dreams. I see him laying on the floor in his office, my mom panicked over the top of him and my brother struggling to get to him. I’m at the end of the long hallway and I’m screaming dad, as I run but I can never seem to reach him. It always ends the same. He dies, and then he comes back to tell me to stop watching him die. I can’t. I don’t know how. It’s carved into my memory. It’s hard to go to sleep at night, out of fear of how I’ll awake. My dad was stronger than the Incredible Hulk, smarter than Iron Man, and he could beat Chuck Norris up all while painting his toe nails with me as we listened to Britney Spears. The trauma of finding my hero wounded and dying has not left me even after 6 years. My dreams have become the only place I can meet him, where I seek counsel and guidance…. If only that sweet reunion would end in a peaceful goodbye.
I thought demolition would be the hard part. Man oh man was I wrong! It took us a good four hours ripping my surround shower tub combo out. We used different saws and hammers to break it apart and then carried it out in chunks. The guys helping me capped the water off so that I’d still be able to use the sink and what not. Let me state this now, if you haven’t followed my previous blog we are all winging this! None of us have ever redone a bath before and we have been prepping ourselves with YouTube videos and advice from people we meet! On that note, my ex husband does drywall for a living and offered to handle that part. He is also a compulsive liar and it’s rare for him to follow through with anything he says. Thursday was our demolition day, my ex was supposed to drywall Friday, and then Saturday we would tile. It’s Monday morning and here I sit staring at the unfinished wall in my bathroom.
I’ve decided that after my morning class I am going to come back home and finish the job myself. Heck, I watched him do it… he measured the wall, cut the hardie board with a razor and then screwed it to the wall, how hard could it be? That’s only one of my dilemmas. The other dilemma is that facet. I think the guys helping me rigged it in the bathtub because it is not holding up well.
It’s not centered and there is a big gap between the tub and the facet. I’m having a mini stroke just seeing it, and imagining how in the world we are going to fix it. If ANYONE, ANYWHERE has advice for me I would greatly appreciate it!!!
Last summer, I went through a breakup that left me staring at my hands and wanting to loop the Wendy’s drive-thru over and over again until they restrained me from buying french fries. I sat on my couch with my nuggets in my lap and I called any person willing to listen to my ugly sobs. I […]
Restraining kids to their beds isn’t an option is it? I need advice on how to keep my 4 year old from leaving her bed at night that also allows me to achieve a sane number of sleeping hours. I told her that she could no longer sleep in her older sisters bed. I want her to start sleeping in her own bed each night. I spent an entire weekend painting and remodeling her room for her, I bought a bed, dresser, and a nightstand with a small tv. The kid has it made, I slept in a sleeping bag my entire 2nd grade year and I didn’t have a dresser until I bought one when I was 18. But does any of that matter? No. She sneaks out of her room every night and crawls into her sisters bed. I’ve tried to guard the door, I caught her twice last night but she is a night owl and always out last me! I resulted to threats last night, I told her if I woke to find her in her sisters bed she would be punished.
I woke up, went straight to her room, No Hailee? Go to her sisters room look in bed, no Hailee? Small heart attack, as I catch a glimpse of a small people on the floor. It’s Hailee, sleeping in her sisters room on the floor. I’m losing this fight.
I’m supposed to be learning about the different structures of the skeletal system. While taking pictures of each piece of bone to study later at home I took the most epic photo of this Mandible. I’ve always loved photography and now I want to go around taking beautiful pictures of every piece of bone in class! Well I’ve got to go back to work, tally ho!