Monday, March 12, 2012

Just Shoot Me

Big V came up here Wednesday and spent the night. “It’s for this week,” says the wife, “until she gets her glucose under control.” Like The Boy, Big V has diabetes — and like The Boy, she does absolutely nothing to keep it where it needs to be. So her levels have been running anywhere from 220 to 490 (100 is ideal), and “until she gets it under control” could be a long, long time. She had the audacity to ask me for ice cream over the weekend, then I had to chase her away from grabbing a box of Teddy Grahams in the kitchen. Maybe I should just give her the gun; it would be a lot quicker and there’d be more of her left in the casket. Yes, I’m being morbid, but that’s pretty much the situation.

Of course, with Big V up here at the manor, Skylar is here too. Of the two, he’s less hassle. Usually. There’s always the screaming matches with Mason over some toy that one didn’t care about until the other one picked it up.

Monday nights are extra-special. The Voice is on, and SWMBO insists in devoting her full attention to it, and woe to anyone who makes undue noise while it’s on. That wouldn’t be so bad, but Mason sleeps in the living room for now. I need to show her Hulu, so she can watch her shows on the iPad once Mason’s asleep. Of course, if you try using the iPad in Mason’s presence, he’s all over you wanting to play Otto Matic or something. I think once things warm up more reliably, and Big V is no longer here, we’ll move Mason into the guest room until he’s old enough to want The Boy’s old room upstairs.

I give this situation another week. By then, Big V and SWMBO will get into their own screaming match over something and Big V will drive home in her powerchair with Skylar in her lap.

But to end this on a more pleasant note, Mason got his first ice cream cone this weekend. He also got his first taste of kiwi, and I’m not sure which he liked better — his eyes lit UP over the kiwi, and he gave me the Happiest Kid in the World grin when he saw me bringing his cone. Of course I got a pic!

That’s pretty much the way things are at FAR Manor for now. As always, I’ll have to wrest an afternoon from the clutches of everyone else so I can get a few things of my own done.

7 comments:

  1. Ugh. Sorry you're playing host to the idjits again. :(

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  2. OMG, that picture Larry? Fantastic! And your posts about your family always make me laugh (and also feel sorry for you). But mostly laugh...

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  3. Hey all!

    Maria, I try to look on the bright side: at least I have some more blogging material…

    Thanks, Cathy — you gotta laugh to avoid going postal around here!

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  4. I'm so sorry you have to watch long singing programs. It's not something I wish on anyone. Did Mason teach you how to make that face, Larry?

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  5. Hi John! I just have to remember that the park is lit up at night and has a huge playground — if it's not raining, I can just cart the kids there. They can play & make as much noise as they like until they fall down from exhaustion. :-P

    Making that face just came naturally when Big V moved in.

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  6. Tee-hee I love that photo of you Larry ^__^ I'm with John sorry you had to watch a long singing programme - have you thought about stuffing cotton wool into your ears and sit there with pen and book and write .

    Love Mason and the Ice Cream cone so sweet.

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  7. Helen, I've thought about using my headset, but Mason would want to grab at it. And I call him the World's Cutest Grandkid for a reason!

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