Happy birthday, Em!
Tonight's my last night at my parents'. We finished exchanging Chanukah presents. I got a decent bunch of stuff: two Doctor Who t-shirts, one Doctor Who DVD set (First Doctor), Blu-Rays of Earth: the Complete Series, the Stumptown graphic novel, a pocketbook, and a lasagna pan. Gave a Star Trek Blu-Ray set, a pair of earrings, and a thing for my sister yet to be determined.
I sometimes feel like maybe I expect too much out of family.
Joe's stepmom and I talked earlier in the week and made - what I thought were - plans for getting together tonight for Emeline's birthday. I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."
And with my brother's call just now, he makes the first family member to call her today.
Shit comes up. I get it. I don't know what shit since my FiL and SMiL are planner types that plan things well in advance that they weren't aware of the other day WHEN *THEY* ASKED *ME* if we had plans for tonight, but whatever.
But to my way of thinking, YOU FUCKING CALL. At the very, very least. You fucking call.
Funny moment at work today. It's tech rehearsals. Which is long days of sitting in the theater, with bursts of activity, and loooong periods of waiting. My boss pops in to see how it's going. I offer to share one of my home baked choco chip cookies. I have 2 left. He asks, "are you sure, it looks like I'm taking your last one", and I'm all like "Go for it boss, have a cookie, I've been eating them all day". He takes the baggie, and says, "Oh! Well... Mind if I give the other one to [5 year old son]? He's over in my office". Um. Sure? Can't steal candy from a kid.... wait a second. Crap. now I'm out of cookies.
Time to break out the grapes.
I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."
Tomorrow or Monday won't be Em's birthday. She's 9. She is unimpressed with grandparents who bail on "doesn't work for us."
I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."
Listen, Em's grandparents. It's your granddaughter's birthday. Today. Pick up the phone and CALL.
Oh Aims, that's not right. I'm sorry the grandparents were so awful. I hope that Emeline had an awesome day.
Ugh. Family dynamics. I'm sorry, for Emiline's sake, that the g'rents are being selfish. Hopefully, she is so fulfilled by the other awesome stuff happening (that smile on fb was so sweet!) that she hasn't even noticed.
I'm with Typo on the vivid dreaming thing. (Plus? Headless Ex, ewww! Be more headless and, therefore, shhhh!!)
I've mentioned before that since doing the Shawn Achor 'make happiness work for you' ritual every night, my sleep has improved remarkably and I have had none of the stress wake-ups or bad dreams that were fairly common. It's been 70 days!
Well. Last night, I had the strangest dream, which involved Consuela...whom I do not even know!
And yet, there she was, walking through my house as if she's been here a hundred times. Her aspect was so incredibly clear, I could not even believe it. The power of one photograph, eh? By the way, your hair looked great!
Anywhoo. I got out of bed and followed her down the stairs, toward my front door, wondering what she was doing here.
It was super dark, then, out of the dark, a large male hand reached out and grasped my right hand. Not hard, not spooky, more caressing.
I looked down and said, "Good."
Somehow, that so freaked me out, I woke up. And was SO FREAKED OUT, I actually got up and went to the steps, sure I would see someone there.
I went to the bathroom and, was...did I mention...so FREAKed out, that I shoved a chair in front of my bedroom door.
I told this dream to a friend of mine who wonders if someone is going to try and help me with something, and I will be suspicious of them.
Works for me, as I have no earthly idea why Consuela would be interested in my house, or who that disembodied hand belonged to.
Weird.
Speaking of weird dreams, one of mine came true the other day. Back when I was pregnant with Franny, I had a dream that I was in my dining room and looking into the kitchen. There's an opening between the two rooms, and from the dining room I could see the whole kitchen. A short, child sized, sheet-over-the-head ghost walked into the kitchen. I walked over to investigate. The floating sheet just hovered there silently, so I said "hello" and put my hand out. A bony hand reached towards mine.
So skip ahead ten years, and there I am standing in my kitchen. Franny comes floating into the room silently, costumed as a ghost with a blanket over her head, and just hovers beside me. I did quite a double take.
I guess this means Consuela needs to come to DC and float through my house too.
Burrell, that's creepy and cool. My gramma would say your first dream was Franny's soul coming home and getting ready to be born.