Thanks for the comments on the
previous entry they
really do mean a lot. I wrote that entry because I had hockey on my mind.
Hubby was attempting to force me to watch Team Canada at the Olympics, he was
telling me that he doesn't see why I can't watch and support my country at the
Olympics. He couldn't understand why I grew up in such a hockey family and
have such a dislike for the game. Of course I couldn't explain it to him
because at the time I didn't even truly understand. So I came here and
wrote it down and analyzed it and figured it out. I mean that's still only
the surface of the whole thing. There is still so much more to it, I could
actually write a small novella about the whole situation. But I don't want
my diary to become a diatribe on how I feel about hockey and the many twists and
turns that discourse can take on.
I mean here I sit going on about my hatred of hockey, and at the same time I
salivate over the opportunity to go and see my beloved Marlies. I don't
truly understand the difference, unless it's because the Marlies hold so many
wonderful memories for me. The first time I ever saw them, I was forced to
go. My brother's team were playing at Maple Leaf Gardens in a Toronto wide
playoff that was taking place right after a Toronto Maple Leafs practice.
Then after the Toronto finals were played and one team was crowned the best in
all of Toronto for that year (I believe it was 1987) the Marlies took the ice.
My parents made the entire family go down, and while I did do much teeth
gnashing, stink eye giving, I did finally go. I got some Leaf autographs,
Rick Vaive, Dan Daoust, Mike Palmateer, and a few others that I can't remember
now. My Mom threw those autographs out a couple of years later.
Another issue with her.
Then the Marlies took the ice. Eddie was there. We watched the game
together. His brother played on the team with my brother. We
laughed, we had a good time, there was much flirting and if I remember it was
actually the beginning of our relationship together.
I ended up back at the Gardens many times, watching the Marlies play. It
became a thing with me, taking all boyfriends to see the games. Maybe I
like the Marlies so much because it's mine. I wasn't forced to it, I chose
it. And went back multiple times.
Anyways, that's not what I came her for.
Yesterday was the new Respite Girl. She arrived on time. She
came in and took over with LB almost right away. He gave her a hard time.
She was trying to feed him, and he wouldn't let her. I couldn't believe
it. It was the first time in my life I'd ever seen LB refuse food. But
even with his attitude and crap she didn't want to give up. Finally I took
pity and finished feeding him his meal. She played with him, she gave him
dessert, snack, she gave him many drinks. She read with him. She
bathed him. She was great. She didn't leave until her 6 hours was
up. I told her that from now on she must take a break though. About
half way through the day, LB wants his time to himself. I told her that
when that happens she must take a break. She can eat, or whatever she
wants. She wasn't too keen on it, but I told her that I had told the Case
Manager that LB wants some time to himself and she didn't say a word, so Respite
Girl #2 was finally ok with it.
All in all it was a pretty good day. She seems like a pretty good worker. She comes back next Saturday again. Hopefully I continue to feel this good about her for the rest of the time she is coming here. I remember that at first I felt pretty good about Respite Girl. If she hadn't started to tell me things about her personal life I might not have started to feel uneasy with her, but there was still that issue of her coming late and wanting to leave early all the time. At least now I'm getting my full 6 hours.
And on top of it all, yesterday I got this really bad headache. EB was
on punishment, he was doing dishes, washing laundry, drying and folding it.
Plus he was putting it all away. He's still doing it today. This is
because on Friday night, when I was putting LB into his bed a toy had been left
out. It's this ball on an elastic string. The ball was twisted and
caught up on the doorknob. The other side was tide around the bed. I
got tangled up in it and as a result LB almost woke up. So I was a little bit
more than frustrated with who ever had done it. And I took the toy
downstairs with me, I'd planned to discover who had done it and give them a
stern talking to. Only nobody would own up to actually having left the toy
out.
Both of my kids swore that they hadn't done it. So Hubby made them stand
in the dark dining room, staring at the wall until someone confessed.
EB confessed after five minutes.
So his punishment for lying about it was that he became my maid for the weekend.
So far he's doing pretty good.
And to add some more fun to my day yesterday, my Mom came by while the Respite Girl #2 was here. She had bags filled with chocolate and notepads of mazes for the kids. She hung out for a bit, the kids showing her all the stuff that they are into right now. It wasn't that bad, it just set me on edge when she was here. And add that to a headache and I just wasn't in the mood for it right at that minute.
I can't believe how clean my house is looking right now. I'm kind of hoping that my son lies to me every weekend now. He sure is a good Molly Maid, that's for sure.
12:02 p.m. - February 19, 2006
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