Monday Miscellaneous

Happy Monday everyone!! Hope your weekend was nice. Here are some miscellaneous for you this morning!

**Soccer Saturday–we lost again. I was so mad at the other coach, let me tell ya! See, he used to be the president of the league and always gets to hand-pick his team. Of course, he picks the very best players. On top of that, our team has four girls, and their team?? Not a one. Now, I know that it sounds sexist to be mad at this, but frankly it makes quite an uneven match-up. Really, it feels like cheating and I felt so bad for our team. Ah well, maybe next week will be better!!

**Yesterday I had the sad task of going to my Grandma’s house for the very last time and picking things to be a keepsake to remember her by. She didn’t die or anything, but her Alzheimer’s has gotten so bad that she is permanently in a nursing home now and all her kids have to sell her house to pay for it.

It was really awful.

To know just how awful, you have to know something about my dad. To say he has a temper is a vast understatement. He gets angry instead of dealing with any other emotion since he never really learned to feel. His anger is violent and frankly left me with a pretty scarred childhood. As an adult I am no longer afraid of him, but dealing with him when he is like that is still next to impossible.

By the time my sisters and I arrived at Grandma’s, he was in one of his anger tirades. Apparently, the five kids (my uncles, aunts, and dad) are NOT getting along during this process. It is hard on them, I know, but they are fighting like junior high girls over who gets what, who does what, ect. Long story short, that morning had been particularly bad and my dad was yelling and cussing and generally being a jerk when we arrived. All of this in front of our kids as well, which was lovely.

After leaving him in the backyard to stew, I go through the house room by room reminiscing. They’d lived in that house for over fifty years and I spent a huge chunk of my childhood there. I know it is only a house but I felt like I was saying goodbye to part of my life and I was getting pretty choked up. My mom has moved out of my childhood home, my other Grandma sold hers years ago, and so this one was the very last childhood ‘home’ I had left. It gives me an odd sense of abandonment or something like that. Hard to describe really.

So on top of that, we have to go through her stuff and pick out what to take. My grandma is still alive, and it just felt wrong to be pillaging her stuff, know what I mean? However, I really wanted something that could be a keepsake for my family, so I went in there with two things in my mind that I’d like to have. One was a funeral blanket given to my Grandma when my Grandpa died six years ago and the other was one of the afghans my Grandma had made when I was a kid. I was blessed that I could find both of them after five kids and twelve grandkids had already taken their choices.

All in all I’m glad I went and glad I have something of theirs to keep, but it was one of the hardest things I’ve done in quite a while.

**I burned my finger terribly last night on a curling iron that had been left on for like 12 hours and let me tell you, it hurt like you wouldn’t believe!! It blistered immediately so according to the internet (which is my primary physician, sad to say) it was a second degree burn, which they claim is the most painful. Nice.

I am running cold water over it, trying not to scare my child with my blood-curdling screams, and hubby is scrambling trying to find some burn cream. Of course, we had none so he is out the door to the drugstore. I manage to get dressed (oh yeah, forgot to mention I was in a towel at the time, fresh from the shower–it really added to the fun to try and cool off my blistered finger while trying to hold up my towel and keep wet hair out of my face–good times people, good times) and stick my hand into a bowl of ice water till hubs got back.

Honestly it hurt so bad I was considering a trip to the emergency room to be loaded up with some wonderful, pain-killing narcotics. Okay, I was being a tad dramatic, but it did hurt enough that I took something for the pain and I do NOT take medicine for anything!! I was up till after 4 this morning, mostly because I had to keep it elevated and that made it so uncomfortable to sleep…but I am happy to say that I am pretty pain-free today. Thanks to God for that, cause it really is a bad burn, you guys.

Hmmm. This is not really a miscellaneous post today, its more like drawn-out downer rambling. Apologies to all!! It also took me a LOOOONG time to type out, since my right index finger is all bandaged up. That is some bloggy-determination, people!! Sorry for all the drama, the angst, the babbling, and the lack of anything remotely funny to say. Hope you have a great Monday anyway!!