Five-Thirty AM Blues
Jun. 25th, 2021 05:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustEvery night this week, my son has waited until I'm lying down to slyly sneak out of his bedroom, come over to ours and shut the door on us, then go around turning on every fucking light in the place. This is frankly bullshit on his part, and has to stop. So I am currently staying up just to prevent it, which is frankly bullshit on my part, considering how tired I am right now. And yet.
Other stuff I've done lately includes ordering a bunch of stuff from Joe Fresh, some of which I wore tonight while out with Mom, Steve and Cal at an honest-to-goodness restaurant down on the Lakeshore. Cal was mainly a dick throughout the early part, but cheered up considerably once he got some fries and bacon into him. The main take-away from the whole thing for me is how incredibly little I missed sitting around people I didn't know as music blasted loud enough to feel in your teeth, being not wonderfully served food that was okay but cost an arm and a leg. Mom, as per, had stuff to say about every possible part of the process; Steve tried not to blank out or fall asleep. He has a thyroid scan today and blood-work on Monday that the doctor now wants to see him about, so he's basically marinading in worry. It's probably just about sugar in his blood, but that might have something to do with his thyroid, and round and round.
In other, weirdly similar news, Mom consulted with a nutritionist about her increasing trouble digesting almost anything, and confirmed my own longstanding thesis on the matter: At least eighty to ninety per cent of this probably has to do with stress. Which only makes sense, considering how much she's come to hate and fear much of the work--volunteer work, I might add--she does as the president of PAL's current resident board. She's done amazing work, well beyond her due diligence, and the main kick-back has consisted of a particular group of residents blaming her for/fighting her on almost everything. I hear a lot about this stuff, and struggle to not get angry on her behalf, which would be useless. It's just a constant barrage of drama...threatening emails, abusive language, etc. The pandemic hasn't helped. A bunch of old actors and entertainment types who think they're going to die, so why shouldn't they just do whatever they want? Bare their breasts at people, spit racial slurs, hold giant parties on the roof, smoke weed, drink constantly, euthanize other people's cats while they're in hospital--fuck it, man, why not? Okay, Boomer(s).
They think she's getting something out of all this, and they resent her for it, but it's a fucking thankless grind. And she's got it until next year, so coping strategies really do have to be put in place. For myself, all I can do is sympathize, and listen, and lend her Cal whenever she wants him, and hope he does her good. But he's acting like a mix between six years old and sixteen right now, so I'm not sure he's helping, exactly.
Okay, is he asleep now? Let's see.
Other stuff I've done lately includes ordering a bunch of stuff from Joe Fresh, some of which I wore tonight while out with Mom, Steve and Cal at an honest-to-goodness restaurant down on the Lakeshore. Cal was mainly a dick throughout the early part, but cheered up considerably once he got some fries and bacon into him. The main take-away from the whole thing for me is how incredibly little I missed sitting around people I didn't know as music blasted loud enough to feel in your teeth, being not wonderfully served food that was okay but cost an arm and a leg. Mom, as per, had stuff to say about every possible part of the process; Steve tried not to blank out or fall asleep. He has a thyroid scan today and blood-work on Monday that the doctor now wants to see him about, so he's basically marinading in worry. It's probably just about sugar in his blood, but that might have something to do with his thyroid, and round and round.
In other, weirdly similar news, Mom consulted with a nutritionist about her increasing trouble digesting almost anything, and confirmed my own longstanding thesis on the matter: At least eighty to ninety per cent of this probably has to do with stress. Which only makes sense, considering how much she's come to hate and fear much of the work--volunteer work, I might add--she does as the president of PAL's current resident board. She's done amazing work, well beyond her due diligence, and the main kick-back has consisted of a particular group of residents blaming her for/fighting her on almost everything. I hear a lot about this stuff, and struggle to not get angry on her behalf, which would be useless. It's just a constant barrage of drama...threatening emails, abusive language, etc. The pandemic hasn't helped. A bunch of old actors and entertainment types who think they're going to die, so why shouldn't they just do whatever they want? Bare their breasts at people, spit racial slurs, hold giant parties on the roof, smoke weed, drink constantly, euthanize other people's cats while they're in hospital--fuck it, man, why not? Okay, Boomer(s).
They think she's getting something out of all this, and they resent her for it, but it's a fucking thankless grind. And she's got it until next year, so coping strategies really do have to be put in place. For myself, all I can do is sympathize, and listen, and lend her Cal whenever she wants him, and hope he does her good. But he's acting like a mix between six years old and sixteen right now, so I'm not sure he's helping, exactly.
Okay, is he asleep now? Let's see.
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Date: 2021-06-25 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-25 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-25 05:20 pm (UTC)Has he developed a sudden fear of the dark?
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Date: 2021-06-25 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-25 09:46 pm (UTC)Did it work?
The situation with your mother's volunteer work sounds completely untenable. I'm glad she can get out of it next year.
*hugs* for the general stress levels.
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Date: 2021-06-27 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-06-27 08:52 pm (UTC)Oh, good. Still no idea why he was doing it?
I can't do much except listen.
No. And she can't stave off other people's destructive chaos at the expense of her own health forever. I'm sorry it's that kind of community.