Karren H
02-10-2010, 10:21 PM
This last week I've gone from thinking I may never dress again to having 3 weeks alone to dress every day back to not knowing when I will dress again.. All in one night.
We were up visiting the MIL in Northern Wisconsin and she is having big time age related issues so my wife decided that she was going to stay for 3 weeks to take her mom to the doctor and I'd fly home and when she was ready I'd fly back up and drive her home...
Yes yes yes... Doing the happy dance in my head and making all kinds of plans... As I drift off to sleep....
The next morning... The MIL canceled the doctors appointment.. Sigh... Why? She didn't now. Back to the hospital and new appointment 4 weeks away... Too long to stay my wife says... Damn....
Ok no problem... She will fly up and take the mother to the doctor and stay a few weeks to check on her... Yes yes yes. So we head back home... Happy in the thoughts that my draught may be over...
Today my wife calls her mom... Who is uber pissed she is checking up on her and they fight and now there may not be a doctors apt. Or a flight. Nothing. Damn....
So tonight I told my wife if you want me to take another week off I will dive you back up and we both can drag her mother to the doctors!! Yeah I want to dress but I'm to the point that I would love for her mother to get some help and hopefully get better and if it means doing without so be it.. I'm just to the point where I'm resigning my self to drab-dome for the duration.. Not fun... But not bad either...
So I have counted my chickens before they hatched... More than a few times.. And find I don't even have any eggs to count.. Maybe I can take my ice skates with me...
We were up visiting the MIL in Northern Wisconsin and she is having big time age related issues so my wife decided that she was going to stay for 3 weeks to take her mom to the doctor and I'd fly home and when she was ready I'd fly back up and drive her home...
Yes yes yes... Doing the happy dance in my head and making all kinds of plans... As I drift off to sleep....
The next morning... The MIL canceled the doctors appointment.. Sigh... Why? She didn't now. Back to the hospital and new appointment 4 weeks away... Too long to stay my wife says... Damn....
Ok no problem... She will fly up and take the mother to the doctor and stay a few weeks to check on her... Yes yes yes. So we head back home... Happy in the thoughts that my draught may be over...
Today my wife calls her mom... Who is uber pissed she is checking up on her and they fight and now there may not be a doctors apt. Or a flight. Nothing. Damn....
So tonight I told my wife if you want me to take another week off I will dive you back up and we both can drag her mother to the doctors!! Yeah I want to dress but I'm to the point that I would love for her mother to get some help and hopefully get better and if it means doing without so be it.. I'm just to the point where I'm resigning my self to drab-dome for the duration.. Not fun... But not bad either...
So I have counted my chickens before they hatched... More than a few times.. And find I don't even have any eggs to count.. Maybe I can take my ice skates with me...