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Holy fuck.
Gwen came home with me to see my LotR calendar and then we had to leave to take Marya to her viola lesson, for which we were late.
On Jackson street right in front of my Grandfather's house, there was someone lying in the street with people all around him. I was like a block or so away, and we all had heart failure because we thought it was my grandfather. Oh fuck.
It wasn't. Instead, it was a kid lying on his back. He must have been hit by a car. I feel so bad....after dropping Marya at the church and Gwen at her house, I went passed again. The kid was already in the ambulance and they were getting ready to leave...that poor kid....
And I feel bad for saying this, but I'm so glad it wasn't my grandfather. I got to thinking about all of the stuff I'd have to do if it was.
I would have had to stay there with him and then go to the hospital with him and answer question and get all of the bad news and have to take it without freaking out because I'm the only one here for my siblings (save Nikki, who was going off to cheerleading at the time).
I would have had to call my parents.
I am NOT ready for that responsibility. And I've just suddenly realized that essentially, my parents and my aunt have left me with that responsibility because they're all off doing something else out of town.
I don't care how late it is or how tired they are when they get home tonight, we're talking about this.
And God dammit I'm COLD. Wiley was trying to shovel the roof (don't ask) and threw the shovel off the roof along with a pile of snow, which landed on ME. BAAAH!
Our roof is leaking. And it's driving me mad. I have to switch the bowls every like 15 minutes. Meh. This has suddenly turned into kind of a really not-so-good-day.
Gwen came home with me to see my LotR calendar and then we had to leave to take Marya to her viola lesson, for which we were late.
On Jackson street right in front of my Grandfather's house, there was someone lying in the street with people all around him. I was like a block or so away, and we all had heart failure because we thought it was my grandfather. Oh fuck.
It wasn't. Instead, it was a kid lying on his back. He must have been hit by a car. I feel so bad....after dropping Marya at the church and Gwen at her house, I went passed again. The kid was already in the ambulance and they were getting ready to leave...that poor kid....
And I feel bad for saying this, but I'm so glad it wasn't my grandfather. I got to thinking about all of the stuff I'd have to do if it was.
I would have had to stay there with him and then go to the hospital with him and answer question and get all of the bad news and have to take it without freaking out because I'm the only one here for my siblings (save Nikki, who was going off to cheerleading at the time).
I would have had to call my parents.
I am NOT ready for that responsibility. And I've just suddenly realized that essentially, my parents and my aunt have left me with that responsibility because they're all off doing something else out of town.
I don't care how late it is or how tired they are when they get home tonight, we're talking about this.
And God dammit I'm COLD. Wiley was trying to shovel the roof (don't ask) and threw the shovel off the roof along with a pile of snow, which landed on ME. BAAAH!
Our roof is leaking. And it's driving me mad. I have to switch the bowls every like 15 minutes. Meh. This has suddenly turned into kind of a really not-so-good-day.