Smiling through it …

This week has been full of upheaval and, because of that, emotionally draining.  My father had a stroke on Saturday – he’s doing well, thankfully.  He’ll have surgery on Monday for a blocked carotid artery.  But it’s heart wrenching to watch him eat or try to write – he’s left handed and the use of that side of his body is severely limited right now.

The whole event brings up all kinds of emotions and all of a sudden you feel like a little kid again.  My sister, Ava, and her husband just went through this, so I’m sure they understand what I mean.  I don’t really like it.  I don’t want to have to act responsible and adult.  I just want to put my head in the sand and pretend that all is normal.  Unfortunately, that’s not realistic and my very nature won’t allow me to do that.  My coping mechanism is to make myself useful, and so I do that. 

I’m still refusing to allow myself to get mushy over it – in fact, lets change the subject right now.

A little levity would be good.

Yesterday, Sassy and I had a disagreement.  It was loud.  The fact that we had a loud disagreement should in no way be considered abnormal for us.  We’re a loud family.  If you have any doubt, ask Kelli and Ava what it’s like when they call my house.

I sent Sassy to her room where she proceeded to rail against the world in her usual dramatic way.  There were many tears and slamming of doors.

Then she walked out and announced to the world in general, “ALL I WANT IS A DIFFERENT LIFE AND I’M NEVER GONNA GET IT!!”

I’m sure I bruised her psyche even more when I laughed.  For God’s sake how old is she anyway – 37?  No.  She is six years old.  How bad could her life really be?

I can’t hardly wait until she turns 13.  It’s gonna be a laugh riot.