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1. To cassievalentine:
I've really enjoyed getting to know you here on LJ and also on AIM. I hope you have a fantastic day :)
2. I really want it to be next Tuesday already. I want to be in New Orleans, with my family, and just get through the damn funeral already. I've never had to wait over 2 weeks to attend the funeral of a loved one. I remember when my grandmother CR (Dad's mom) died in 1992, we found out on May 11th and the funeral was on May 15th, which gave family members across the country time to get to Philadelphia. Of course there was no Katrina-aftermath to deal with; no doubled-up funeral homes etc. But it was a normal time frame, not like this, where time just seems to be dragging on. I kind of had a meltdown about it last night. Maya was really pushing my limits, veering between being totally morose and totally manic; she's been really keyed up lately and has told me for several days that she's depressed. We talked about it and I told her that she was probably feeling grief, less so for Ree Rose, her grandmother (whom she really did not know well) than for me, her mom, whom she sees getting a bit choked up on a daily basis. Maya is a very sensitive kid, and it's hard on her to see me having little breakdowns about every other day :( I had a terrible time getting her to bed last night. We started the routine at 8:00 p.m. and she wasn't in bed until 9:15 and not ready to sleep until 9:45. Once she got in bed she wouldn't shut up, yak yak yak, mostly to annoy me, IMO. She's upset on my behalf, but she's still only 9 and she's not above pushing my buttons just to see how I'll react, which was not very well. *sigh* I had a good cry on Mr. Annearchy's shoulder at bed time. I just want the whole ordeal to be over. Bad enough we had to spend 9 1/2 months watching Ree Rose slip away little by little; having to wait over 2 weeks to bury her adds insult to injury.
Okay, time to be less morose and get ready for work.
I've really enjoyed getting to know you here on LJ and also on AIM. I hope you have a fantastic day :)
2. I really want it to be next Tuesday already. I want to be in New Orleans, with my family, and just get through the damn funeral already. I've never had to wait over 2 weeks to attend the funeral of a loved one. I remember when my grandmother CR (Dad's mom) died in 1992, we found out on May 11th and the funeral was on May 15th, which gave family members across the country time to get to Philadelphia. Of course there was no Katrina-aftermath to deal with; no doubled-up funeral homes etc. But it was a normal time frame, not like this, where time just seems to be dragging on. I kind of had a meltdown about it last night. Maya was really pushing my limits, veering between being totally morose and totally manic; she's been really keyed up lately and has told me for several days that she's depressed. We talked about it and I told her that she was probably feeling grief, less so for Ree Rose, her grandmother (whom she really did not know well) than for me, her mom, whom she sees getting a bit choked up on a daily basis. Maya is a very sensitive kid, and it's hard on her to see me having little breakdowns about every other day :( I had a terrible time getting her to bed last night. We started the routine at 8:00 p.m. and she wasn't in bed until 9:15 and not ready to sleep until 9:45. Once she got in bed she wouldn't shut up, yak yak yak, mostly to annoy me, IMO. She's upset on my behalf, but she's still only 9 and she's not above pushing my buttons just to see how I'll react, which was not very well. *sigh* I had a good cry on Mr. Annearchy's shoulder at bed time. I just want the whole ordeal to be over. Bad enough we had to spend 9 1/2 months watching Ree Rose slip away little by little; having to wait over 2 weeks to bury her adds insult to injury.
Okay, time to be less morose and get ready for work.