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#SoCS – Cheeky Bugger

Is it Saturday? Oh. No. It’s Sunday already. And I’m late again for my own party.

I remember my mother calling me (and many other people) a cheeky bugger often. I was very cheeky indeed when I was younger. And when my mum was younger, too.

We took her out today to a restaurant to celebrate her 90th birthday. She only remembered when someone mentioned it. And she can’t remember how old she is. I can tell her and she’ll forget again in under a minute. Under 30 seconds, even.

But she’s still smoking. Her breathing sounds horrible–the nurse at the home asked me if I wanted to send her to the hospital tonight, but I can’t be there with her, so the nurse said they’ll keep an eye on her. She has a puffer. My mum, that is. I don’t know if the nurse has one.

It’s rotten, getting old.

My mother never gets involved in conversations. Can’t make decisions. The simplest things confuse her, like whether or not she should have two creams in her coffee or one. In that case, it’s not that she can’t decide, it’s that she doesn’t understand the concept.

But, she still knows she wants to smoke.

Perhaps it’s the only thing that keeps her alert.

A photo of my mum and Alex, signing “friend” together. Taken about 8 years ago.

Not sure how I got from “cheeky” to here. Ah well. Such is stream of consciousness writing.

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One-Liner Wednesday – I’ll Be Back

Yesterday morning, as my eldest son was leaving for the store, he stood in the doorway to go outside and said to me, “In the words of Arnold Schwarzenegger …”

He paused for so long, I finished the sentence for him: “‘I’m going to kill you last.'”

“‘I lied,'” he replied and went out the door, laughing.

I love my kids.


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#JusJoJan 31/20 – Chaos

Parenting. Yep, I’m back to talking about that. Alex had a day off school today, and he was all set to go out with his respite worker for a fun day of bowling and the library. He’d been looking forward to it all week.

So what happened when it was time to get dressed to go?

The same thing that happens every time.

He didn’t want to go. I asked Alex a dozen times, and no. He wanted to stay home.

I knew it was a temporary decision. I knew he really wanted to go. But I’ve had enough of fighting to get him out the door every time he actually wants to go.

So I texted the respite worker and told her not to come.

And what happened as soon as I texted the respite worker?

He wanted to go.

So I put my foot down and said no. He’d made his decision. He no longer had a choice.

I’ve done this before, but I’ve let it slide since. It’s time to put an end to it.

The chaos of Alex’s decision making is driving me nuts. It prevents me from being able to work when he’s home, and if I need to go anywhere–really need to go, like I had to today to get groceries–I can’t go. I’m stuck at home with a 19-year-old who’s acting like a baby for no reason except that he enjoys pushing my buttons.

My buttons will no longer be pushed.

Because if I don’t do anything about this now, then when he finishes school for good in a year and a half, I’m going to end up being nothing but a babysitter for my adult son for the rest of my life. And the fact is, I need to work. I can’t keep us in the manner to which we’ve grown accustomed without it.

So this is less a matter of whining and more a public statement that I’ll change my ways. And Alex’s.

Wish us luck.

 

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#JusJoJan 20/20 – The Best Medicine

I’d like to start by saying thank you to Sadje for her prompt word, “humor.” Thank you, Sadje! You can find her Just Jot it January post here. Go visit her and say hi, and give her a follow!

It’s true that sometimes laughter can be the best medicine. I use humor a lot to relieve the tension that goes with parenting, and that includes times like now when I have a sick one home from school.

Yep, Alex’s is truly sick with a cold. Still begging to go to the hospital, but I managed to avoid it again today.

Half of my problem is the language barrier. If he spoke English, I might be able to effectively explain to him that there’s nothing the hospital can or will do for the virus he has, and the likelihood of him getting even sicker just by going there makes the trip worthless. Worse than worthless, possibly deadly.

But, of course, I can’t say that either. Because without the nuance of language, he might assume that if he goes to the hospital, he’ll die, and then I’ll have the opposite problem I have now.

I’ll have to drag him there, kicking and screaming when he really needs to go.

I used to be able to scare him a little out of wanting to visit the emergency department by telling him he might have to get an IV. He hates needles, so that worked.

Until he turned 18 and discovered the nurses and all the attention was worth the pain. Now he’s begging me for an IV right along with everything else involved.

You know, sometimes I laugh just because it’s better than crying.

And you know what else? Sometimes that’s the best laughter of all.

Where would we be without humor, eh?

Sick, I tell you. SICK!

 

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#JusJoJan 19/20 – Not Buyin’ It

Before I write anything else, I’d like to thank Jim for our prompt word, “gobbledygook.” Thank you, Jim! You can find his Just Jot it January post here. Go visit him and say hi, and give him a follow!

Today was a tough one at home with Alex. He woke up with a sore throat and spent most of the day complaining that he was so sick, he needed to go to the hospital. If he was to be believed, he was dying. Dying, I tell you! But no. It simply wasn’t true–he just loves the hospital that much.

Sounds like gobbledygook, but that’s Alex. He tried everything to convince me to take him to the emergency, just so he could sit there and people-watch and flirt with nurses. He made himself cough until his throat probably really was raw.

But I saw through the deception. He was happy and smiling whenever he thought I couldn’t see him. He sang in his own way (he’s Deaf and can’t hear himself, but I know his singing) when I wasn’t in the room, but the moment he saw me, he pretended to be hoarse and in agony.

Still, he did look a bit sick today, so I’ll keep him home from school tomorrow unless he’s bouncing off the walls. A sure sign he’s faking it.

Wish me luck.

 

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#JusJoJan 7/20 – Toss it into the Mix

Much appreciation to John Holton for our prompt word today! You can find his Just Jot it January post here. Check it out, say hi, and go ahead and follow him!

I really need to apologize for not showing up for my own prompts in a timely manner.

I’m doing a paid edit on someone’s novel and I’m on a deadline, so that has to take precedence over everything else. In a close second are the writing of my own book, the editing of two of my other books, my blog, the kids, the animals, the housework, the groceries, exchanging Christmas gifts that don’t fit, paying bills, dealing with everything that Alex being in the school play next week entails, and appeasing my mother who will perish if she doesn’t get a pack of cigarettes soon.

Is it any wonder that I just got distracted by the cat who’s laying beside me on the couch snoring?

Better than Facebook, I suppose.

Oh hell, why not just toss that into the mix too. It’s always good for a few lost hours.

 

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#JusJoJan 6/20 – Possibilities

Thanks so much to Jill for the prompt word today! You can find her own Just Jot it January post here! Check it out, say hi, and give her a follow!

Ah, possibilities. As much as the idea that all the possibilities out there can give us hope, and they often do for me, too many of them can stop us dead in our tracks.

I’m pretty decisive, but my son Alex is terrible at making decisions. Even when he’s only faced with two. I don’t know if it comes from making the wrong one at some point in his life–I don’t know where it comes from. But his indecision, faced with possibilities, has often led to him deciding to be punished rather than doing one of two things he’d actually enjoy doing. He gets punished because he’ll make a “final” decision that I’ll say okay to, and then he’ll immediately change his mind and when I put my foot down, he’ll have a tantrum.

I love having kids. They can be such a joy. But on the other hand …

 

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