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Visited my old man yesterday. They can't place him because the homes won't take him against his will, despite that the VA ruled him incapable of making decisions. He will be in the hospital for a while now because they will not release him back home (safety issues). I went to visit him yesterday. Pleasantly surprised..he recognized me and seemed quite happy I was there. The social worker is awesome. I am amazed because not only does he return my calls, he actually initiates contact!! We will be in touch this week probably wind up having a case conference (our staff and theirs). Anyways........
I am fiending for an ultimate mudslide! Def must have one this weekend or get the ingredients.
Had deep talks with the little man tonight (son). I swear his moods/behavior resemble that of someone with Bi-polar. I have been working with the mentally ill toooooo long!! Anyway had to explain why little girls insult little boys who they really like. Had to explain that it's not the quantity of friends, but the quality..and that the little farmer in his ear better stop flipping the mood switch so often (inside joke)...Fortunately he realizes I am just a "goofy, crazy" mom and he really is not harboring minature Farmer Tim + noisy cattle in his eardrum. Think I am the one in need of psychiatric help ;)
Oh and some amazing news...drumroll.. the kids actually helped clean up the house! Better yet my daughter said " Helping mom clean is fun". I almost fell to the floor. Of course this will be like many other things a passing phase (at least her thinking it's fun..I'll get them to clean again).
My mom feels bad that little man called her crying (misses her.. part of mood thing). She wants to sleep over tomorrow night. That's real special and all. I will be one cranky f-ck the next morning since I will have to abstain from smoking. If I try to sneak out for a puff I will reek and then the interrogation will begin...best just try to rough it out.. spare the lectures.
I am fiending for an ultimate mudslide! Def must have one this weekend or get the ingredients.
Had deep talks with the little man tonight (son). I swear his moods/behavior resemble that of someone with Bi-polar. I have been working with the mentally ill toooooo long!! Anyway had to explain why little girls insult little boys who they really like. Had to explain that it's not the quantity of friends, but the quality..and that the little farmer in his ear better stop flipping the mood switch so often (inside joke)...Fortunately he realizes I am just a "goofy, crazy" mom and he really is not harboring minature Farmer Tim + noisy cattle in his eardrum. Think I am the one in need of psychiatric help ;)
Oh and some amazing news...drumroll.. the kids actually helped clean up the house! Better yet my daughter said " Helping mom clean is fun". I almost fell to the floor. Of course this will be like many other things a passing phase (at least her thinking it's fun..I'll get them to clean again).
My mom feels bad that little man called her crying (misses her.. part of mood thing). She wants to sleep over tomorrow night. That's real special and all. I will be one cranky f-ck the next morning since I will have to abstain from smoking. If I try to sneak out for a puff I will reek and then the interrogation will begin...best just try to rough it out.. spare the lectures.