Ok...why is it that my DW can't say "No".....well...except to me...
This extremely poor family in our town is having major issues and the mother seems to rely very much on my DW. This family consists of a Grandmother, Mother, Father (we thought, but DW thinks the girls called him "uncle"), and two girls ages 5 and 7 all living in a mobile home. The Father (or Uncle) is disabled and home stricken. The mother and grandmother work at McDonald's. I guess that's all they have of a family, we only know them because our DD played on their older daughter's softball team, but their mother calls my DW for all issues.
Anyway, the mother (probably in her mid-30s) just had some type of artery surgery a few weeks ago that caused her to have two cardiac arrests because the artery's collapsed while in the hospital (I'm not a doctor, and heard the medical information 3rd hand, so not sure to accuracy). At that time, my DW had their two girls stay with our DDs for what was suppose to be 1 night for the surgery, but was stretched to 4 nights (school nights no less) due to the complications since the father (or uncle) couldn't watch them and the grandmother was assisting mother at hospital. Well...the mother went back into the emergency room of our small county hospital tonite and they called us to pick the girls up before the ambulance transported the mother to a real hospital. At least my DW told them it had to be just tonite and called their church pastor to try to gather some additional helpers.
I know they are extremely grateful and comforted that their girls can play with our DDs and take their mind off their mother in the hospital, because she does have serious health concerns. But it is concerning that they have no one close to them that can help them and that they call my DW because they know her from our DD's softball team. The mother's health sounds life threatening, so very concerning what options the children and grandmother may have if something were to happen. I know helping them is the right thing to do, but with DW and I both working fulltime jobs (we work opposite schedules so DDs always have a family member available), and with DW working on a PhD, the stress level's already high.
The good news.....we have Rum.
I am one of those stubborn people and I am bound a determined to read this post all the way through. I have been so far just a lurker! I just want to let you know that I am here.
Welcome...I feel like I'm always trying to catch up as it is. I'm sure you can go back and read the thread when things slow down...it will slow down...won't it?
This has been floating around the net for a while but someone just resent it to me......
I have a car/bad son story wrapped up in one (at least as I've heard it told). My dad had a Triumph sports car when I was 4 or 5 years old. He came home from work and asked me what I did for the day. I said, "We played gas station". He figured, "Ok..that's nice". A few weeks days later, the Triumph stopped running. Guess they found some unknown liquid in the gas tank.
Even with a new carb, I guess the mechanic could never get it running right again and my dad sold it.
He got even...Few things more tramatic for a pre-teen than being seen with your family in a two-tone blue Cordoba.
IMO...you can never have this discussion too often.
I so wanted to put it in a demolition derby...
I've driven in a demolition derby...really. Used a mid-70's Ford Station Wagon, the kind that had a rear facing 3rd row seat. Placed 4th in my heat of about 20 cars....only top 3 went to final. Nothing more manly than the sound of ripping sheet metal.
Here's a sibling WDW story that makes me laugh. Sorry it so long!!
Great story Jennifer! (sorry wasn't going to repost the whole thing
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Look at that multi-quoting....I'm giving BBB a run for the title.
for her.
