Wednesday was so stressful, that as I was dropping off my husband at the Emergency room at 8pm, I shouted into the sky, "IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE THAT CAN POSSIBLY GO WRONG TODAY?" Big mistake. By 10:00 pm, the fire in the hospital had been contained and I started to laugh as I thought about this week, it had been a total Bev/Lucy bad luck week. Maybe I should start from the beginning....
Monday, my husband and our daughter flew to D.C. so she could start college at one of the most expensive private colleges in the U.S. Even though we're poor, she's extremely talented and gifted and was awarded almost $45K in scholarships to attend so we thought she could go. The airline tickets were made possible thanks to our niece Aimee. She used her airline miles from her new job in Texas to get two tickets. When Lorens got back from D.C. Monday night, we started looking for smaller apartments so we could send Jen spending money each month.
The next day, Tuesday, less than 24 hours after she arrived in D.C., I was watching T.V. and they interrupted for a special announcement. The largest EARTHQUAKE to hit D.C. in over a hundred years had just struck.
that was about to hit D.C. this week, Hurricane Irene.
I had to babysit our
I was still on the phone with Jen. My mouth was hanging open but I didn't know what to say. My head was spinning with the thoughts I had only a few days ago, that my child had made it out, she was getting away from this life. Now those hopes and dreams were fading away, all in a phone call, it was over, she was coming back to this life, back to nothing.
Just then, Michael walked in the door and slammed his books down and went up to his room. He said he had a bad 1st day back at school.
So, hoping Jen wouldn't hear the tears in my voice, trying to hold it together for 1 more minute, I told Jen I needed to call her back. I was having major family drama at home today on all fronts and needed 10 minutes to gather my thoughts and call her back. She asked if she could come home before Irene. Oh yeah, I had almost forgotten about Irene.
CATEGORY 3 HURRICANE
that is expected to hit D.C. on Saturday.
and she is going to experience
an Earthquake and a Hurricane?
Oh yes, she's definitely Bev's/Lucy's daughter.
I was quietly crying, looking around at all Jen's awards. Years of working towards making something of herself, to get out, to get away. Now I knew she's not going to go to this University, which accepted her, her #1 choice for years, something she's worked towards her entire life. Pondering my next move, I wiped away my tears, still feeling guilty because I didn't have the time or money for either of my kids at that moment.
But the baby wouldn't fall asleep, it was too hot. I had to get up and deal with it. Why was it so friggin hot? Then I remembered I caught
Jen was over the initial shock and tears, so was I. She said, "Mom, I can get a degree in Anthropology at a school in the Chicago area, I'll be able to volunteer in the inner city and just live at home. There are great colleges in Chicago. A college education is a college education. I'll be fine."
I thought, I'm going to do a hand off with her like a professional football player and run for my room. So I gave him 2 Tylenol P.M.s. Then I said "here you go!", and I put her down like I had dreamed of for the last few hours, hand off complete. He said "Bev, I can't move my hand or shoulder!" I said "OK, GOODNIGHT," and ran upstairs. Bad wife, I know, but I really, really needed a few minutes alone. So after a 5 minute break upstairs I was calm and already feeling guilty. So I came downstairs thinking, we'll just tag team with the baby the rest of the night. Lorens was gagging from the smell of fish, giving me a dirty look, assuming I had cooked some. He said "drive me to the hospital right now or call an ambulance." I looked at him, his hand and shoulder were swollen to twice their normal size. So, OK, I guess he wasn't faking. I felt dizzy myself, my high blood pressure was probably through the roof by now. Maybe the hospital was a good idea.
But I didn't have a car seat for the baby and our Niece was already at work. I finally got a hold of her fiance' to come pick up his daughter, told him I had an emergency. They weren't the only ones with drama today. He was 5 minutes away and came over to get her, 14 hours after we picked her up. That was the best part of my day.
During hour 2 in the supposedly "new and improved" waiting room, with nowhere to sit, I thought, once again, can this day possibly get any worse? JUST THEN, the lights all started flashing, and an alarm was going off and on. Then an automated voice came over the intercom "CODE RED, CODE RED, CODE RED". And I thought, Lucy, what have you done now!!! You should have kept quiet and stayed in the damn car.
Then our other niece (the mother of the 2 year old) called and said I may need to babysit her daughter full-time, 5pm-1am, second shift. I held back the urge to scream and laugh like a crazy woman and said as calmly as possible, "Sorry, no
Nothing catastrophic happened to any of us. Maybe this week of bad luck is over. I got home and checked my e-mail, I have some new followers on Twitter, a screenwriter and publisher from L.A, Lawry's Steakhouse in Chicago (Yummy) AND BEST OF ALL, an anchor woman from CNN!!! Maybe someone will say, hey, I know someone that can help this chick get published. Where's some wood, I need to knock on it, quick, because I still have my nieces damn dog and Michael came home sick from school today.
They're just lucky I live 800 miles away.