June 13, 2008

• the end of quiet

  It *had* been a quiet week.  Just doing, going, being.

  This morning...well things got rather exasperating quickly.

  First the back-story.

  Wednesday night I had to stay a bit late after baton for a meeting.  It was excrutiatingly boring, and I was a bit irritated that we even had it.  It was all about when the parades were, looking ahead to the September recital, yada yada yada.

  This morning Rob headed in for my dad's hearing.  No new there..except we might have news next week.  That killed Robs sleep, as he'd worked all night the night before.  And put us all off schedule a bit.

  We got up trying to figure out how to function with the weirder schedule, and started getting in a bit of a groove about 9:15.  I picked Jeremiah up and placed him on my computer desk to help him with his pants.  I placed him strategically so he could knock a very full glass of water all over the computer.  I spent the next 30 minutes finding all the creative places the water went.  It went a long ways--including all over me.

  I was just contemplating getting out of my very wet nasty clothing when Zeria came in the house crying.

  Her horse had kicked her in the lip, the leg, and the arm.  The arm was the one that concerned me.  She didn't want to bend her fingers, and a bruise was immediately evident.  I sent Jamari to grab an ice pack out of the fridge while I sent Zeria to get comfy on the recliner, and me out of my very wet clothes. 

  Jamari comes and knocks on my bedroom door to inform me that the ice packs aren't frozen.  I send Kaylin to go out to the garage to the big freezer and get frozen peas and go check as to why the ice packs aren't frozen.

  There's juice dripping on the floor as I approach the scene.  I open the door and realize that everything that was in the little freezer is now soggy.  My fridge is dead.  My fridge that is just barely two years old...if that.  Definitely past the waranty...but just barely.

  Zeria is still screaming in the background. 

  I finish adjusting my clothing, send a kiddo to grab a laundry basket and see what I can rescue from the freezer.

  And keep checking on zeria.  The ice helps some.  We put the tv on that distracts her some more. 

  Rob calls to tell me what little he knows about my dad.  

  I call my mom to tell her.   And she informs me my sister's boyfriend was arrested at my moms house last night.

  Yeah its a goooooooooooooood day.

  Rob comes home.  He doesn't ask how my day went, he heads to the dripping stuff on the floor, that I got side-tracked from.  Gee I wonder why?  I inform him that Zeria "probably" broke her arm, and the fridge is dead. 

  He looks at it, and we decide to go to the ER.  I still haven't gotten the dripping stuff all cleaned up.  For crying out loud!

  Zeria and I head 35 minutes one way to the ER.  After a quick in and out and x-rays, and some heavy duty ibuprofen she's all better, and no broken arm.

  Zeria and I decide to eat lunch in Forks as its 2 and we're starving.  We call Rob and tell him what's up.  Have a nice relaxing lunch, and start driving home.  Zeria falls asleep.  The cell phone rings.  "What am I doing for dinner, and how do I get Rainee stop crying?"

  "Just give her a snack--she's hungry."  I hang up I'm all of five minutes from home after all.

  I pull in the driveway.  Rainee's sobbing hysterically.  I head to the kitchen to hand her the snack.  And realize that everybody has played outside all afternoon and the dripping stuff is STILL dripping.  I just barely resist the urge to scream bloody murder at my husband.    I very quietly ask him to clean up while I hold Jeremiah who is now crying from a small boo-boo. 

  I sit down at the computer.  Its 4:15 in the afternoon by now.  Rob says, "Oh Donnis called you better call her back."  (this is the baton coach).  I assume its more details about costumes, or some such thing.

  And my kids little world comes crashing down.  She's moving.  In a month.  They've had their house on the market supposedly to buy property out of town.  But her and her husband decided this morning their moving to North Carolina.  Baton is over.  There will be no recital.  yada yada yada.

  My kids have been working on routines since NOVEMBER without a chance to perform them.  They've done parades, but not there individual duets and solo's that they've poured their heart and soul into.  My kids LOVE baton.  Its hard to explain how perfect it is especially for my black children who love love love to dance, and move. 

  I managed to be polite and get off the phone and just go into the bedroom and sob.  I know how there going to react.  And I was right they just all bawled.  

  I emailed Donnis about an hour later and asked if there was any way we could pull off some kind of quick less formal recital before she leaves.  She has agreed that we will do something.

  I just can't believe how irresponsible, and poor the decision is to the kids she claims to love.  Its just astounding to me that she had a meeting LAST night planning up until the end of September.  She spent $750 of the teams money--some of which we still haven't earned to buy new uniforms TWO weeks ago.  And now its just done and over.

  Just.  really stunned.

  And back to square one as to what to do for a extra curricular activity for my children.  My very heartbroken children. 

  So I was able to push everything aside, and keep busy this evening.  Crawled into bed very late, and it all came back to me.  We will survive, and I know God has a fantastic plan around the corner.  I just can't see it.  I'm telling myself this...and drifting off towards sleepiness when..our very new cat finally leaves the bedroom and four dogs start a dog fight that ends outside my bedroom door with the cat corner and four dogs barking hysterically at 12:45 in the morning.

  I'm thinking...its really really time for this day to get better.  Or end one of the two!!!!!!!!

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