The neighbor went to the hospital this afternoon and they kept her this time. This wouldn't be such a big deal if I wasn't the one who is responsible for her MR/DD brother while she's there. And Da Man, may The Universe love and bless him, is next door camped out for the night with him so I could stay home. And yes, as if this will come to a big surprise to those of you have known me for a while, I feel guilty.
I feel guilty because when approached when the offer of being given custody of the bro when the sister died, I said yes. And now it's Da Man who is really doing it and not me. At least for now. But there's something about it. It's almost as if Da Man is on some kind of mission to handle this for me. He was the one who sat and talked with me and helped me to come to the decision in the first place. He has always been in that corner. Now he's in that house. Ha.
So I am pretty much alone again, and again, it feels weird. The girls have been asleep for a couple of hours. I went next door and helped Da Man get the bro off the porch swing and into the house. I took him to bed. And then I headed home. *blush*
I had planned for the girls to head to the VA with us tomorrow for yet another appointment for Da Man, but I suppose that's not going to happen. It could happen, but if, for some reason, the bro came home earlier than expected and my mom had to do anything with him I would never hear the end of it. She hit the stairs and was gone in an instant tonight when we brought him in off the bus. She's bound and determined not to be any help to me with this at all. And the look she gave me when Mak started crying when the bro walked in...Well, let's just say there was a lot of unspoken words in that smirk of hers.
She's been all over me today, mom. I have a wild hair up my ass to begin a vermicompost (spelling)bin, complete with red worms. I'm all for it because I think it will not only help to eliminate throwing all the leftover foods into the trash, but it will be something totally awesome for us and the girls, mainly Grace, to watch. Mom has gone on and on about what a stupid idea it is.
I allowed every ill comment of hers tonight to build up. I finally blew when Grace and I were having a battle about why I don't get her what she wants (chocolate milk at this point of the game) when she whines and cries and pretty much acts a fool. Without going into a lot of detail, the conversation came to an abrupt halt when I replied to my mom's "you need to come down off of your high horse" with a "you need to stop criticizing me about my parenting skills considering how well I do despite my upbringing." Yeah, it got pretty ugly. And we didn't have anything to say to each other for a couple of hours.
Well, I am going to head next door and check on Da Man and the bro. And then I am going to take this ass to bed because the mornings seem to be coming around much more quickly lately.