I just realized this morning that, for all my good NaBloPoMo intentions, I have not blogged for the past two days.
The “old” Kemi (you wait… someone will google “old” and “Kemi” and be led to THIS post, and then I’ll be forced to track them down and kick them) would have panicked, cried, felt like a failure, and either
a) posted double entries to “make up” for missing two days, or
b) given up.
Here I am, the “new” (YOUNG) Kemi who is choosing secret option C, and that is to laugh it off. Missing two days of NaBloPoMo is not going to kill me. Really, it will make no difference in my future. (Unless I win the drawing, in which case I will be forced to forfeit my prize due to inconsistent posting. That would really stink, wouldn’t it?)
You see, we’ve been dealing with a lot over the past two weeks. Most of that has to do with my sister and her ex, who got physical with her and injured her to the point where she will have physical therapy for months to heal the muscles in her back. I have been tending Abbie almost every day, between Kristi’s trips to the police station, the hospital, physical therapy, court, mediation, and all that other horrible stuff. I was appointed as intermediary (joy), so not only am I the pick-up and drop-off point, I am their communication mouthpiece as well. (Bigger joy.)
(At Monday’s exchange, I got to hear how unfit I was as a caregiver, and how he would have preferred complete strangers to care for her, because they could do a better job than I did. Because we all know that my FOUR kids have managed to keep themselves alive through sheer dumb luck and with absolutely no help from me.) (Then, after he tried to change the afternoon drop-off location, I had to remind him that he was in violation of the custody orders, to which he started screaming, “Don’t you threaten me! Don’t you EVER threaten me!”) Good times.
So is it any wonder that I fell asleep on the couch at 8:30 PM on Monday night? Nope, didn’t think so. And yesterday was just as crazy, so after the kids went to bed, instead of blessing you with a blog post, I watched some episodes of “F*R*I*E*N*D*S” on DVD (Season 1 is really quite un-funny! Why’d we keep watching it?) and worked on Abbie’s cross-stitch.
I think I was asleep by 10:30.