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I can't sleep. Seriously. I usually climb into bed and sleep through the night, but I'm waking up left and right all night long, my covers are thrown off the bed or are all bunched up at the end, the pillow just isn't right. I keep dreaming I have assignments to turn in, or people I need to talk to...last night I had some strange dream where it was Back to the Future crossed over with Hillsdale and set in my Aunt Carol's house and some restaurant. It was very odd. Suzanne, you're in McIntyre right? If I come back to school can I sleep the closet? Please? I'll be quiet, I promise.
Of course there is an explanation for this, I just haven't wanted to think about it till now, and please don't think I'm whinging cause pity is the last thing I need or want:
Firstly, we're strapped financially and that's not fun. So lots of parent-on-parent hatred from Wednesday to Friday.
Secondly, part of my Mom's family and I put Grandma Carlson's ashes to rest on Saturday.
Thirdly, later that day, almost immediately after leaving the Carlson family, Mom and I discovered that Grandma Lindberg hasn't been doing too well. And by Sunday morning we knew it wasn't a stroke or mini strokes or seizures or anything, it was cancer of the lung that had spread to her brain in the form of tumors.
Grandma is getting treatment to stabilize her condition, but the parent-on-parent hatred has continued since then. The UPS job won't work out until winter, but I've got another option I can try, and stupid me has been running off mountain dew for the last couple days.
Ari, I think you and I could have an honest-to-goodness competition over who ate less in the last week. Which really sucks cause you're like a bird. :)
Anyhow. Enough of that. We've got cold cuts, so there's food in the house other than canned soup. Grandma is going home today. Cousin Cassie is having her Graduation party. Andrea is having a birthday party for her little boy who turns 1 today. Cousin Megan brought up her daughter Mackenzie... lots of family is going to be crammed into Grandma Lindberg's tiny little house. Today = fun. And by Damn I'll have photos to prove it. So ha. Yes.
Going to go make breakfast, TA!
Of course there is an explanation for this, I just haven't wanted to think about it till now, and please don't think I'm whinging cause pity is the last thing I need or want:
Firstly, we're strapped financially and that's not fun. So lots of parent-on-parent hatred from Wednesday to Friday.
Secondly, part of my Mom's family and I put Grandma Carlson's ashes to rest on Saturday.
Thirdly, later that day, almost immediately after leaving the Carlson family, Mom and I discovered that Grandma Lindberg hasn't been doing too well. And by Sunday morning we knew it wasn't a stroke or mini strokes or seizures or anything, it was cancer of the lung that had spread to her brain in the form of tumors.
Grandma is getting treatment to stabilize her condition, but the parent-on-parent hatred has continued since then. The UPS job won't work out until winter, but I've got another option I can try, and stupid me has been running off mountain dew for the last couple days.
Ari, I think you and I could have an honest-to-goodness competition over who ate less in the last week. Which really sucks cause you're like a bird. :)
Anyhow. Enough of that. We've got cold cuts, so there's food in the house other than canned soup. Grandma is going home today. Cousin Cassie is having her Graduation party. Andrea is having a birthday party for her little boy who turns 1 today. Cousin Megan brought up her daughter Mackenzie... lots of family is going to be crammed into Grandma Lindberg's tiny little house. Today = fun. And by Damn I'll have photos to prove it. So ha. Yes.
Going to go make breakfast, TA!