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Oliver and the Pink Noodle (part two)
Yesterday was a tough one. Corb called me up in the afternoon to let me know that Oliver was having the pink noodle trouble, once again. This time, it turns out he has a blockage, and is spending the next two days at a vet hospital.
On the way to the hospital, we were stuck in a huge traffic jam, for some sort of soccer event taking place at Foxboro Stadium. It appeared to be Mexico versus Brazil, and there were tailgate parties taking place everywhere. It was a really weird feeling: there we are, with Corb holding Oliver on his lap in a laundry basket, and all around us people are waving Brazilian flags and dancing around waving stuffed cactus decorations. It almost felt surreal.
Finally was able to pick up the kids from Josie at nine at night. She's a saint, I tell you. Of course, Theo spent most of the night worrying, but Ashes was too busy planning for a fundraiser to support an Autism walk that she's helping to organize for her school.
Her transformation since she came off the medication is absolutely amazing. She's far more outgoing this year and her concentration seems so much better. I'm not going to knock the need for some kids to have medication, but let me tell you, I've noticed a HUGE difference without it. Now, if only I can get some for myself, instead...
Which is where I get to rant for a bit
So. With Ashes suddenly blossoming into this beautiful teen-aged flower, we now have a new schedule for school. Which is: I get to wake her up at 5:30 in the morning. Which, for a guy who goes to be at midnight, at the earliest, isn't much fun.
"So, what's the big deal?" I hear you cry. Get up, wake her up, go back to bed. Well, after I wake her up, she likes to have tea, so I can't just crawl back into bed. Well, I can, but then I have to crawl back out, when the teapot starts whistling.
This morning, I finished up her tea and moved to the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Tea time," I said.
She opened up the door, and stared at the tea in disapproval. "Dad, you know I like the tea in my special blue cup."
So, I'm supposed to move back to the kitchen and change the goddamn cup???
And, like a fool, I do. I do, because I just want to get the hell back to bed, to sleep.
And then, Corb wakes up, to get ready for work. "Oh Lord," I think, "There's going to be a traffic jam any second now..."
Corb moves into the bedroom that I've claimed. He can see me, lying there in a fetal position, like a fat little middle-aged embryo.
"How long is she going to be in there?" he wakes me up to ask me.
This is where I start to lose it. First of all, is he looking for me to knock on the door and ask her? Because that's the only way I would have an answer to that. Or, did he expect that before Ashes entered the bathroom, she said, "Father, I am going to be in this bathroom for approximately ten point five minutes."
I admit it. I grumbled. I said, "I don't know, Corb. You two are going to have to work that out for yourselves."
I think he could tell I was grumpy. A few minutes later, he came in and opened the windows, to cool the room down. He made my heart smile with that, I have to admit.
So, after 10.5 minutes pass, Ashes leaves the bathroom, and Corb goes in there. What do you think the first thing Ashes did was? You guessed it, marched into my bedroom to ask, "How long is he going to be in there?"
And miraculously, both of them were able to get dressed and ready for work/school without my help. Who would have thought it was possible?
I don't know...I think I'm a little too nice for my own good. Then again, I'll probably miss it like hell when this period's over. I won't get to make tea for my little girl forever.
On the way to the hospital, we were stuck in a huge traffic jam, for some sort of soccer event taking place at Foxboro Stadium. It appeared to be Mexico versus Brazil, and there were tailgate parties taking place everywhere. It was a really weird feeling: there we are, with Corb holding Oliver on his lap in a laundry basket, and all around us people are waving Brazilian flags and dancing around waving stuffed cactus decorations. It almost felt surreal.
Finally was able to pick up the kids from Josie at nine at night. She's a saint, I tell you. Of course, Theo spent most of the night worrying, but Ashes was too busy planning for a fundraiser to support an Autism walk that she's helping to organize for her school.
Her transformation since she came off the medication is absolutely amazing. She's far more outgoing this year and her concentration seems so much better. I'm not going to knock the need for some kids to have medication, but let me tell you, I've noticed a HUGE difference without it. Now, if only I can get some for myself, instead...
Which is where I get to rant for a bit
So. With Ashes suddenly blossoming into this beautiful teen-aged flower, we now have a new schedule for school. Which is: I get to wake her up at 5:30 in the morning. Which, for a guy who goes to be at midnight, at the earliest, isn't much fun.
"So, what's the big deal?" I hear you cry. Get up, wake her up, go back to bed. Well, after I wake her up, she likes to have tea, so I can't just crawl back into bed. Well, I can, but then I have to crawl back out, when the teapot starts whistling.
This morning, I finished up her tea and moved to the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Tea time," I said.
She opened up the door, and stared at the tea in disapproval. "Dad, you know I like the tea in my special blue cup."
So, I'm supposed to move back to the kitchen and change the goddamn cup???
And, like a fool, I do. I do, because I just want to get the hell back to bed, to sleep.
And then, Corb wakes up, to get ready for work. "Oh Lord," I think, "There's going to be a traffic jam any second now..."
Corb moves into the bedroom that I've claimed. He can see me, lying there in a fetal position, like a fat little middle-aged embryo.
"How long is she going to be in there?" he wakes me up to ask me.
This is where I start to lose it. First of all, is he looking for me to knock on the door and ask her? Because that's the only way I would have an answer to that. Or, did he expect that before Ashes entered the bathroom, she said, "Father, I am going to be in this bathroom for approximately ten point five minutes."
I admit it. I grumbled. I said, "I don't know, Corb. You two are going to have to work that out for yourselves."
I think he could tell I was grumpy. A few minutes later, he came in and opened the windows, to cool the room down. He made my heart smile with that, I have to admit.
So, after 10.5 minutes pass, Ashes leaves the bathroom, and Corb goes in there. What do you think the first thing Ashes did was? You guessed it, marched into my bedroom to ask, "How long is he going to be in there?"
And miraculously, both of them were able to get dressed and ready for work/school without my help. Who would have thought it was possible?
I don't know...I think I'm a little too nice for my own good. Then again, I'll probably miss it like hell when this period's over. I won't get to make tea for my little girl forever.