My step daughter, Bellana, didn’t start watching Game of Thrones until a couple of years ago so I had to wait for her to finish before we could break it all down. Well, she’s done and we just spent the last hour tearing through our analysis of the last two seasons.
No spoilers, and therefore no details, but suffice to say neither of us were thrilled but also neither of us really want to kill the Davids the way a lot of fans do.
In summation: that was a lot of fun.
Jen asked me if I could wake up the kids for breakfast/brunch. I asked if I should do it Roy Kent style and yelled:
OYE! BREAKFAST!
As the cat strolls into my room with a jaunty “meow” or two, I pause to wonder what she’s thinking….
Is she thinking, “when are the kids going to wake up so that I can hang out with them?”
Or is she thinking, “why are the kids’ bedroom doors both shut? I wanna go in there and vomit on their pillows.”
I cannot say for sure what she’s thinking, but if I were a betting man I would guess it was one of those two things…. Probably the pukey one.
The kids are here. I’m as happy as happy gets. We had dinner and watched Shang Chi (excellent) and I am so happy that even my happy is happy.
Happy!
I’ve been talking about it for days and getting all excited about it, and now it’s almost here.
The kids are almost home!
WOOHOO! THE KIDS ARE ALMOST HOME!
It’s Thursday. Work days today and tomorrow and then tomorrow evening the kids come home for a week. Kick ass, dude.
The house is ready. Everything is clean and tidy and set for us to trick them into believing that I magically stopped being a slob over the last few months. I am sure this will fool ’em good.
We get them this weekend, then Dad gets them on Monday and Tuesday, then we get them on Wednesday and Thursday (Thanksgiving), then Dad gets them the weekend after Thanksgiving and then they go back to Vermont. We’ll be right back to the pre-college schedule as if nothing ever happened.
I fear I am going to be in a crummy mood today. I let shit get to me last night and I haven’t gotten past it yet. Rest assured, I am going to be as happy as the proverbial pig in shit come Friday evening. I am really excited to see both of them again.
Oh yeah, I have to move the office chair I was using in Harry’s room to the cellar. He has his own chair and doesn’t need two in his room. Don’t forget, you fat dumb ass loser piece of shit. Get ‘er done, as the saying goes.
Okay, it’s 8:53am so I am going to sign in to work. I have a meeting to go to and a potentially stressful issue from yesterday to get caught up on. Happy Thursday, ya maniacs!
Today is Wednesday. Know what that means? It means two days until the kids come home for their Thanksgiving break. We only have them for a few days, and one of those days is actually Thanksgiving. Somehow we have to cram all of the Christmas decorating into the rest of the time. That includes a Christmas tree. Home Depot is already selling them, so they are there if we need it. Harry wants to get one at a tree farm. I am 100% out of my element there. Personally, I want to put up the fake one we had last year. We had so many lights on that tree (including the ones that came with it) that you could LITERALLY* see it from space.
What else… I don’t know. I want Santa to bring me a new cellar. Fat chance of that. Maybe a new MacBook Pro instead? hehehe
Okay, going to work. Talk later.
*No, you could not literally see the tree from space. There were a shit load of lights though, and it was super, super bright.
I’m tired, but not that tired. You know?
I just scratched a little bug bite on my shoulder and it’s bleeding like an open tap now. Gimme a second to deal….
I grab one tissue from the box and four come out. Chaos! I guess it’s just one of those nights.
I’ve gotten consistently bad sleep over the last week or so. Last night I even turned in without putting on the CPAP mask. Jen woke me up an hour later with a yo, ‘sup? That wasn’t enough to cause the bad sleep that followed, but when all was said and done it probably didn’t help much.
Did I mention we got an unscheduled call from Bellana today? No reason, just saying hello. How cool is that? Both kids will be home for Thanksgiving break on Friday. I can’t flippin’ wait! harry is already planning out when we watch Shang Chi together. Bring it on!
Okay, I’m going to try to sleep now. I promise I won’t forget my O2 mask.
Good night, dear readers. Talk to ya’ll tomorrow.
Six years ago today was a Friday. Friday November 13, 2015. It was the worst day of my life. No question. There have been other bad days, but none of them can hold a candle to 11/13/15. That was the day we almost lost Harry. I was working from home while he was home sick. All morning he just kept getting worse. I called Jen and she came home and probably saved his life by taking him to Holy Family Hospital. One of the nurses took one look at him and said he had Diabetes. Oh good, we thought, you can treat that. He’s going to be fine. The nurse saw the look of relief and let us know that it wasn’t going to be that simple. He wasn’t just really sick. He was really sick.
They moved him to Boston Medical Center where an ER doctor was straight with us. There was a chance he wasn’t going to make it. There was also a chance that his system was so fucked up it might cause other damage on top of just not being able to produce insulin anymore. We were scared shitless. You may think you know what being scared feels like, but this was so much worse than that. The head of Endocrinology told us that he had never seen a kid that far gone come back, but Harry, being the 12 year old bad ass that he was, pulled through. He was right as rain after a couple of days. You might think you’ve felt relief before, but it’s nothing compared to what we felt that day. Believe me.
The story has a happy ending though. One that has continued unabated for six years now. Harry was not only up to the challenge of managing his diabetes, he thrived on it. I have lost count of the number of doctors I’ve heard say they were impressed with how well he handles it. Sure there are days when his blood sugar spikes and it scares the crap out of everyone, and there are days when his blood sugar takes a nose dive off a cliff and scares the crap out of everyone. There are even days when they both happen. Still, Harry has been amazing. He continues to be amazing. He is amazing.
I just wish he didn’t have to be. I wish he didn’t have to manage things. I wish his pancreas was still holding up it’s end of the bargain and he didn’t have to track his blood sugar and manually inject insulin. That would be great and all, but fortunately Harry was and still remains more than up to the challenge. Again, he’s amazing and I love him and I am so thankful for the way things turned out, and I am thankful that he still lets me be a part of his life.
My holiday wish, year round wish really, for everyone is that they never have an 11/13/15 of their own. Hug your kids.
Jen was just asking me if I had any pictures from the day we spent at Rhode Island Comic Con. I found a few. This is my favorite, by far. By super far. By like, light years far.
Inside the Red Head's Head 