INFORMATION YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE I TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED ON WEDNESDAY, APRIL 6TH:
Early last fall, my 32 year old granddaughter (daughter of my son's wife by a previous marriage) had to leave her husband. This granddaughter has had so many problems that I can't begin to discuss them here, however, she had turned her life round. BUT, her husband hadn't turned his life around and this fall he was arrested AGAIN for a drug related charge. My granddaughter, having had enough, moved out. Only, she didn't make enough money to support herself and her two children (boys 4 and 5). So, she arranged to move in with a friend (6 hours away from where she was living). On her way to her friends (to check out the situation) her car broke down about 20 miles from her destination.
|Imagine a Toyota Rav 4|
filled to capacity inside,
with stuff tied on top.
Ok, there she is up north and all seems OK. She met a nice man and everything was going great for a while. They were actually talking about getting married when it all fell apart. So at 10:30AM, Wednesday (4/6/11), I get a call from my granddaughter. "Grandma, Brian and I broke up, I can't find a job up here and I'm coming home." She went on to say, "You know that Mom and Dad have the house all torn up renovating and we can't stay there. Can we move in with you?"
I was speechless and it took me a few minutes to regain my composure after an immediate flashback of the last time the boys stayed with me. She apparently didn't notice the noise of my head crashing against the wall of my den as I tried to beat some sense into my brain before the word YES popped out of my mouth. But, the tactic didn't work and soon I was saying OK.......
"Great!" replied my granddaughter, "The boys and I will be coming down tonight pulling a trailer full of my stuff." Yep, she was bringing back all that STUFF that I had just taken up there only a few months ago; and it was going into my garage with the rest of her STUFF that is still in there. "Oh," she said, "we are also bringing our pets." My eyes snapped open, my jaw went slack, and I went into a semi conscious state that animals slip into when they have experienced trauma. In my brain somewhere I could hear her say, "We have a parakeet, but we used to have two. We gave the other one away."
(Good tactic, made it sound like I was getting a great deal because she ONLY HAD ONE!) Then my brain picked up on a funny little pause and then she said, "We, also, have a Ferret, but, he has had his sent gland taken out." (Oh, great, that mens that he still STINKS but not as much.) "And, when Brian was feeding the snake..." (At that point I think I messed my pants)..."I just couldn't let him feed these 4 little darlings to that thing, so we have 4 pet mice, too." (By that time I was laying on my bed with a cold compress on my eyes. With the compress, the slight tick was barely noticeable.) I gathered up some strength to forceably state, "You're not bring THAT SNAKE into my house." She replied, "Of course not, the snake belongs to Brian."
After lunch I spent the entire day running round the town getting applications to various health care facilities (she is a CNA+ whatever), applications for child care, and a home for the mentally insane (for me).
Well, Leanna, her 2 boys (Logan and Draven), George (the parakeet), Bug-A-Boo (the ferret), Big Momma, Brownie, Stewart, and Co-Co (the mice) arrived at 12:30 AM Thursday, April 7th.
|Logan, Draven and Bug-A-Boo|
|Big Mama kissing Stuart (I guess you know what that means).|
|George (being quiet for a change)|
|ME, LOOSING MY MIND!|
Friday, I had her filling out the applications I had picked up yesterday and drove her around dropping them off. Her mother, bless her heart, took the boys to work with her yesterday and today.
The boys don't have beds yet but that might be a moot point because it appears that she may have a job
WORKING NIGHTS! (I hope that childcare application goes through as I think it is illegal to lock children in closets - I know nailing their feet to the floor is.)
By the time this posts we will be into the 3rd week of this new arrangement. I may be in jail by then, because if my one more person says, "God will not give us more than he knows we can handle," I will probably slug them.
Come and visit me whenever you can (either here or.........)
|AT OUR LOCAL NUT HOUSE!|