One of THOSE Days
Everything was weird today. I couldn’t quite seem to get my act together early enough to do what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. It went downhill from there. Nothing near disaster level, but bad enough that it threw me for a loop.
Little Dude came home from school with his report card. He’s not failing anything, but he’s certainly not doing as well as I’d hoped. His three easiest classes are the three classes in which he has the lowest grades (C). There was also an A+, and two Bs, but those three Cs didn’t sit well with me, especially when I know how much he loves those classes. He says those grades are low because that was during the time I had surgery and was recovering and, well, he was worried. I called B.S. and we discussed the options available to him for improving those grades. I signed the report card, wrote a note to the teacher, and later talked with the ex. We agreed to encourage LD to stay after school M-Th to get extra help. He usually waits that extra hour anyway because his walking home buddy takes advantage of the after school tutoring. So, LD will now join him. If the grades don’t improve this quarter, things and “events” start becoming mere dreams again.
The other big thing that I discovered today is that my mom’s house is currently being torn apart. For the last few years, my mom has always complained about hearing skittering or something in the walls or a weird smell during cold weather. The Homeowners Association said it was nothing. My mom insisted it was rats. Guess what? It was rats. Lots of them. Inside her walls. There was drywall soaked with rat urine, carcasses everywhere, and of course, an overwhelming stench when the men broke through the wall. When they left today, they didn’t even bother to cover the holes they made in the walls, despite the fact that we’re dropping into the 30s at night and those open holes not only allow a really strong breeze to flow into the house, but what about the rats? HELLO! My sister and brother-in-law boarded up all the holes as best they could and my mom is now camping out in the little spare room. I worry about her.
I keep thinking, no wonder she keeps getting sick all the time. All those respiratory infections could be linked directly to the rat situation. I think we’re going to have her tested for a variety of things. I made her promise to call the pulmonary specialist tomorrow.
I feel so badly that I have no room or a bed to offer her here. My sister doesn’t have room because my daughter (who’s into week #2 back at school — yay!) can’t give up her bed as she’s still having a rough go of it while trying to sleep. And my mom can’t sleep on the daybed. My sis and b-i-l offered to haul my mom’s bed over there, but she turned them down. I wish she’d let them do that. I really think that house is bad for her health. Maybe I’ll call my sister later and get her to talk my mom into the move.
Before we moved into this apartment, when our water heater and subsequently the furnace were out in the former abode, when we couldn’t take a shower, not just because we had no hot water but also because the shower and tub were leaking into the dining room — that was hell. It was freezing at night and we were miserable. Then they ripped out our floors and half the walls downstairs and it was even colder. I went to my mom’s a couple times to shower and thaw out. Now I can’t even offer her a bed. I hate that.
Then there was my having to reschedule my physical therapy evaluation. Tomorrow was to be the big day. I discovered the roommate had an appointment scheduled at the same time I did. In the opposite direction. Crap on a cracker! I won’t go in for the eval until next week now and my pool therapy won’t start until the following week. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but it definitely put crimp in my plans. Oh well. The good news is that I’ll be starting P.T. and this extra buffer gives me time to see if the insurance company will set up transportation for me (it’s about 15 miles to the pool they use). If I go to pool therapy three times a week, I’ll be going for four weeks. If I only go two times a week, it’s eight weeks. Then I’ll start the rest of my P.T. after that (closer to home, too). Slow but steady, right? Right. Anyhow, everything was rescheduled without a hassle and it is what it is.
And there you have it.
Other than that, it was a banner day. (insert eye rolling here)
In “the end”, I like how you always have a good attitude. I admire that.
Comment by Chris — 2009/01/28 @ 05:09
Well, at least your therapy is still going forward. Just a time setback? I know you’re itching to start; I would be too. :hug:
I’ve got a spare bed. It’s nice and comfy. Send Mom down here for a Florida vacation! :thumbs:
And really… rats? Doesn’t their feces carry a virus? Poor Mom! She ought to sue.
:pirate:
Comment by Pam — 2009/01/28 @ 06:34
“In the end”, that’s how my autobiography is going to begin, I think. Or maybe that’s what I’ll call it.
Pam, I’m tempted to send her somewhere. Hell, if I had that kind of money, I’d have sent us both somewhere.
Rat feces can be full of disease. My mom is afraid of hantavirus, though if that were the case, she’d likely be dead already. But it’s not just that she needs to worry about. Because her immune system is already compromised with emphysema and asthma, she needs to worry about the odors, any fungal spores floathing about, dust particles, etc. I want her tested.
The bad: if she sues the HOA, guess what? It’ll fall back in her lap anyway, what with her being a homeowner and all. This particular development is already having major issues and this is just one more great big ball of shit thrown in every homeowner’s lap. If it’s happening with my mom’s place, it’s happening to all of them.
I want to go start wringing some necks. :box:
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/01/28 @ 07:42
Yikes, poor mom! The asthma could be caused by the rats actually. Or if she had it mildly before could exacerbate it severely. Definitely not good. But at least it’ll be cleaned up now.
Five out of seven positive. That criminal is going DOWN, baby!
:rain:
Comment by jan — 2009/01/28 @ 08:18
Yeah, I know what rats and mice and vermin of all sorts can carry all types of disease as well as causing exacerbation of asthma. Pisses me off that she’s been living with this situation for so long and nobody would listen to her complaints.
Jan, only 5 of 7? lol Go, girl, go!
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/01/28 @ 08:39
Oh, man. Poor Mom. If I had the money I’d fly you both out here for a vacation!
The whole thing just pisses me off… :pirate:
Comment by Pam — 2009/01/28 @ 08:51
Pisses me off, too. I’m fightin’ mad over this. And those workers who left gaping holes in my mom’s walls? WTF? I just want to start punching and screaming. :box: (I don’t have the angry fist-shaking guy, but if I did, he’d be up there)
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/01/28 @ 09:40
I love the last sentence- other than THAT SHIT it was a great day
haha
Comment by vodkamom — 2009/01/28 @ 11:27
Well, you gotta play to your strengths, right, Kaknockers?
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/01/28 @ 11:29
Keep in mind that no parent ever complains about A’s and B’s. More should. Sometimes it’s the C or D that is more honest. :zombie:
Comment by rj — 2009/01/28 @ 11:57
I’d complain about the As and Bs if they weren’t honest grades, but they are. He works extra hard to get those. The other classes, he’s just not trying and he admitted as much.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/01/28 @ 20:41
Wow, I hope they get your mom’s place livable. How frustrating, infuriating for all of you!
Comment by Gdub — 2009/01/29 @ 16:38
Looks like it was getting done earlier today. Let’s hope that it happened.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/01/30 @ 02:39