Upping the date
Been one of those days, or actually two of those days.
Talked to Jesse yesterday afternoon and he was clearly, CLEARLY in crisis. I think it could be best characterized as having a major panic attack. In any case, he asked if he could come home. I said sure and drove the 5 hours up and back to bring him home. He cried most of the way home. We talked a lot about how despite how he was feeling, he wasn't actually trapped. Even if he decided to quit, it wasn't the end of the world; there were options. Just a long conversation in which I outlined a number of alternatives and said basically whatever he wanted to do was fine with me. Then he went upstairs and had some quiet time and IMed his girlfriend for a long time. Then he said he'd decided to go back to UMass and could I bring him back tomorrow (which is today). Sure.
So I drove ANOTHER five hours, up and back to Amherst. I mean, I like to whine for dramatic effect, but actually, while it was tiring, it wasn't all THAT horrible. With my Sirius radio, everything's all right.
And I was really glad that he called me a couple of hours after I got home and said he just wanted me to know that he was feeling a LOT better. Apparently all he needed was to break the cycle with a quick trip home to regroup. He's going to an introductory meeting for working at the radio station tonight, which is GREAT. Once he gets involved in a couple of activities and makes some friends, he'll do okay. Whether he'll end up transferring out next year remains to be seen -- right now, he wants to do that, which is fine. At least he seems to be up for sticking it out this year and accumulating some awesome transferrable grades.
Motherhood is no easy job, you know. Especially when you don't know what the fuck you're doing. But I've got two awesome kids, so I must be doing SOMETHING right.
Then I came home to discover that my fucking cable box had died. Since I had two cable boxes (one for taping shows we're not watching, but we never use it, so it's kind of pointless to keep), I decided it would make sense to just unhook the crappy one, hook up the good one to the TV and the TIVO, and I'd be ready to rock'n'roll.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAAAA!!!!
Four hours later, I've FINALLY managed to get everything working. It wouldn't have been half so bad if I didn't have the stupid stupid entertainment center that I have. Next time, just shelves so you can get behind the friggin' things without making yourself totally nuts. And coaxial cables. When I die and go to hell, my eternal torture will be to screw and unscrew coaxial cables.
But at least now I won't miss Jon Stewart, and that's all that really matters.
Talked to Jesse yesterday afternoon and he was clearly, CLEARLY in crisis. I think it could be best characterized as having a major panic attack. In any case, he asked if he could come home. I said sure and drove the 5 hours up and back to bring him home. He cried most of the way home. We talked a lot about how despite how he was feeling, he wasn't actually trapped. Even if he decided to quit, it wasn't the end of the world; there were options. Just a long conversation in which I outlined a number of alternatives and said basically whatever he wanted to do was fine with me. Then he went upstairs and had some quiet time and IMed his girlfriend for a long time. Then he said he'd decided to go back to UMass and could I bring him back tomorrow (which is today). Sure.
So I drove ANOTHER five hours, up and back to Amherst. I mean, I like to whine for dramatic effect, but actually, while it was tiring, it wasn't all THAT horrible. With my Sirius radio, everything's all right.
And I was really glad that he called me a couple of hours after I got home and said he just wanted me to know that he was feeling a LOT better. Apparently all he needed was to break the cycle with a quick trip home to regroup. He's going to an introductory meeting for working at the radio station tonight, which is GREAT. Once he gets involved in a couple of activities and makes some friends, he'll do okay. Whether he'll end up transferring out next year remains to be seen -- right now, he wants to do that, which is fine. At least he seems to be up for sticking it out this year and accumulating some awesome transferrable grades.
Motherhood is no easy job, you know. Especially when you don't know what the fuck you're doing. But I've got two awesome kids, so I must be doing SOMETHING right.
Then I came home to discover that my fucking cable box had died. Since I had two cable boxes (one for taping shows we're not watching, but we never use it, so it's kind of pointless to keep), I decided it would make sense to just unhook the crappy one, hook up the good one to the TV and the TIVO, and I'd be ready to rock'n'roll.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAAAA!!!!
Four hours later, I've FINALLY managed to get everything working. It wouldn't have been half so bad if I didn't have the stupid stupid entertainment center that I have. Next time, just shelves so you can get behind the friggin' things without making yourself totally nuts. And coaxial cables. When I die and go to hell, my eternal torture will be to screw and unscrew coaxial cables.
But at least now I won't miss Jon Stewart, and that's all that really matters.