Not going into the whole week
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omimouseThursday should be enough. Thursday is a perfect snapshot of how this wee's been going. For better detail, go read ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ebonunicorn's recent post. Most of this week happened squarely to him, after all.
Thursday started at midnight. Specifically, it started when Hawk called five minutes after midnight. That night, I reminded myself that one cannot heal or help everyone, and that to try is to do serious damage to one's self.
I just did not need someone telling me that 'I saw this happening when I visited, the energy was all wrong, I knew something was wrong withreana, but nooo, no one wanted to listen to me . . .' when that someone never bothered to figure out the family dynamics in the first place before passing judgement. She was obviously highly unstable, and I hope to gods that she was only ddrunk on top of that.
This is the woman that askedcathild and myself for permission to kill herself two years ago. This is the woman that told catchild that ebonunicorn was bad for her, and was going to emotionally destroy the children. She has good points, I will give her that. For one thing, she's amazingly wonderful with kids.
She's also hideously unstable, depressed, dealing with PTSD, and nigh-impossible to shake from a stance once she's taken it.
That, to give you an idea, started my Thursday.
I woke up at 8, and heard a male voice in the living room. Sleepily, I called out, "Who's 'at?" Catchild responded, "Ebon." Me, now wide awake in .7 seconds "WHAT!? Ah, fuck."
Ebon's car had gone out on him two days before. He was borrowing Dragon's car while his was in the shop. He'd swerved to miss a dog while on the way to work (and still within a few miles of the house). The road was wet. The wheels locked. When all was said and done, he was fine, and the car looked fine. Then he started the engine. Horrendous clanking noises ensued. He pulled it as far off the road as he could without rolling the car, walked home, and arranged for a tow-truck.
When he got back to wait for the tow-truck (having taken the van back) the car was gone. He drove back to the house, and called the sherriff. Okay, the car got towed by the sherriff. Figured out where, and had it towed to Huntsville. Yes, our mechanic down there is good enough to be well worth the 70 miles of towing charges. He's an honest mechanic.
Around 11, Ebon, Bear-Cub, and I start cleaning the sun-room, on account of wanting to see the floor in there before I die. Two hours later, we've made a noticable dent, the kitchen has stuff in it wating to go to GoodWill, the dump, or the watershed, the livingroom has been rearranged, and we're barely halfway done with the sun-room.
The kids were told to continue cleaning, as all that was left was their toys, this being their play-room. I come back in to help and spend time with them an hour later. I grabbed a cardboard box full of stuff, and emptied it onto the floor. Standard operating procedure for us. Bear-Cub asks me, "Uhm, is that safe?" In retrospect, she was pointing to the two dead giant cicaidas that had fallen out of the box. I, however, noticed the two loose Exacto blades on the floor.
The kids were cleared from the sun-room on the spot. So far, we've found four more blades in the pile, and I don't know if there are anymore. This, BTW, was in one of the kids boxes of toys. We think a cat knocked an open blade pack into the box or something. I dropped one earlier today, and got to watch it -thunk- point first into the bottom shelf of my bookcase. It stayed upright, and it took a good hard tug to get it back out again. My toes promptly tried to disappear into my feet.
That was my Thursday. It sums up this whole past week beautifully.
ebonunicorn's recent post. Most of this week happened squarely to him, after all.Thursday started at midnight. Specifically, it started when Hawk called five minutes after midnight. That night, I reminded myself that one cannot heal or help everyone, and that to try is to do serious damage to one's self.
I just did not need someone telling me that 'I saw this happening when I visited, the energy was all wrong, I knew something was wrong with
reana, but nooo, no one wanted to listen to me . . .' when that someone never bothered to figure out the family dynamics in the first place before passing judgement. She was obviously highly unstable, and I hope to gods that she was only ddrunk on top of that.This is the woman that asked
cathild and myself for permission to kill herself two years ago. This is the woman that told catchild that ebonunicorn was bad for her, and was going to emotionally destroy the children. She has good points, I will give her that. For one thing, she's amazingly wonderful with kids.She's also hideously unstable, depressed, dealing with PTSD, and nigh-impossible to shake from a stance once she's taken it.
That, to give you an idea, started my Thursday.
I woke up at 8, and heard a male voice in the living room. Sleepily, I called out, "Who's 'at?" Catchild responded, "Ebon." Me, now wide awake in .7 seconds "WHAT!? Ah, fuck."
Ebon's car had gone out on him two days before. He was borrowing Dragon's car while his was in the shop. He'd swerved to miss a dog while on the way to work (and still within a few miles of the house). The road was wet. The wheels locked. When all was said and done, he was fine, and the car looked fine. Then he started the engine. Horrendous clanking noises ensued. He pulled it as far off the road as he could without rolling the car, walked home, and arranged for a tow-truck.
When he got back to wait for the tow-truck (having taken the van back) the car was gone. He drove back to the house, and called the sherriff. Okay, the car got towed by the sherriff. Figured out where, and had it towed to Huntsville. Yes, our mechanic down there is good enough to be well worth the 70 miles of towing charges. He's an honest mechanic.
Around 11, Ebon, Bear-Cub, and I start cleaning the sun-room, on account of wanting to see the floor in there before I die. Two hours later, we've made a noticable dent, the kitchen has stuff in it wating to go to GoodWill, the dump, or the watershed, the livingroom has been rearranged, and we're barely halfway done with the sun-room.
The kids were told to continue cleaning, as all that was left was their toys, this being their play-room. I come back in to help and spend time with them an hour later. I grabbed a cardboard box full of stuff, and emptied it onto the floor. Standard operating procedure for us. Bear-Cub asks me, "Uhm, is that safe?" In retrospect, she was pointing to the two dead giant cicaidas that had fallen out of the box. I, however, noticed the two loose Exacto blades on the floor.
The kids were cleared from the sun-room on the spot. So far, we've found four more blades in the pile, and I don't know if there are anymore. This, BTW, was in one of the kids boxes of toys. We think a cat knocked an open blade pack into the box or something. I dropped one earlier today, and got to watch it -thunk- point first into the bottom shelf of my bookcase. It stayed upright, and it took a good hard tug to get it back out again. My toes promptly tried to disappear into my feet.
That was my Thursday. It sums up this whole past week beautifully.
