Rajah
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Sorry I failed to post an update last night. Yesterday was rough, and by the time it came my posting-time, I just didn't have the energy or strength to post. I did still write things out, but in AIM, PM, and Email instead.
So, I'll update y'all on what happened yesterday:
Got off to a slow start yesterday, and ended up over at my mom's about noon. Dropped her off to help my cousin finish up what he could do and I got my oil changed -- that was a week or so behind. It's crazy how even the strangest things make me remember my dad and how much I miss him -- half the time when I got my oil changed, he'd come with me because we'd drop my car off at lunch, then come back and get it when we were done eating. Can't even go get my oil changed without getting depressed.
Mid-afternoon, went to the lawyer's to get our wills signed.
Back to mom's for a bit until the rain stopped enough that I could come back home. But again, she tried forcing more of my dad's stuff out of her house and into ours.
That was really hard, because I can't go through that stuff and process it at the rate she wants us to. She's about to lose her mind because the house is a mess, my dad's office isn't completly empty yet, she can't re-arrange that yet to be a different store-room/library for her stuff. In effect, because we haven't removed nearly all traces of my dad from the house.
IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN TWO WEEKS, ******!!! SLOW DOWN, WOMAN! It's going to take something known as TIME, and you're going to put us or yourself in the hospital trying to move at this rate! (And yes, I've mentioned things to that effect. No effect after an hour.
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I tried to tell her I can't go through this stuff that fast. I do want to keep it before she tries to sell everything my dad owned, but I emotionally *can't handle* going through it that fast.
All I got was an angry look and gesture to shut the **** up. No words to that effect, but the gesture spoke all the volumes needed.
I really can't handle this. As though it weren't bad enough to have to handle dealing with the loss of my dad, I have to try to deal with a mom who's gone practically insane with her attempts (and failures) to deal with things and her inability to actually accept that what help we are giving is all we can give right now.
She refuses to take things one day at a time. Shoot, she refuses to take things one WEEK at a time!
Anyway, sorry for the vent. That left me really upset last night. And today.
Back to story...
Came home, got a call from my cousin and visited for a few minutes, then from my grandma. Those helped me calm down enough that I was able to watch JAG and Stargate with my mom (when she came back here to sleep again), and play a video game I got at Blockbuster to use as a distraction.
Anyway, after everything emotionally straining yesterday, I felt torn nearly in two. Felt like I was down to a single strand of strenth and/or sanity left and I didn't like that feeling. That's why I didn't feel up to posting last night. Shoot, it even took me 2 hours to get up the strength and will-power to do a single load of *laundry*.
I was also dreading today entirely.
Today was a bit better, though, for the most part.
Had my first class this morning. I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this class, but DH and the Prof both think I'm up to the task this semester, and if I'm not... well, I can always drop mid-semester and try again next time it's offered. I know my dad would want me to at least try. He never let me give up in the past when I wanted to quit classes. He wouldn't want me to quit now. Not without at least trying.
Class itself was very good, though. It really did help me get back into the "normal" routine. Even made it 2 hours without feeling depressed. The people at that school are just the greatest (only the prof knew what had happened, I didn't tell anyone else). And one lady I like who's roughly my age has been in my classes the past 2 semesters. She's a great person, makes me laugh all the time, and she did so again today several times. I wish I could hire her to just be in my classes the rest of the program because she's great for my self-confidence. LOL! Too bad she's down to I think one semester left. I'm going to miss working with her.
Came back home, where I crashed for an hour before having my friend take me in to the office today. I wasn't sure how I'd react to being back at work without my dad, and didn't want to drive in in case it was a bad reaction. Turns out I could have done just fine, but I'm glad I had her to vent to when we left.
I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with work. Right at the moment, I don't know that I'm comfortable staying there. There are some things I'd like to say about it, but don't feel comfortable talking about on an open discussion board. Suffice it to say, it's adding to my stress level, and I was *already* stressed and depressed (and thus unmotivated) at work *before* Christmas, this just makes things worse and worse.
But I also know right now's not the time to make that kind of decision, and I need to talk to some people before I make any kind of knee-jerk reaction decision that I'll later regret. Because as a whole, this company and department *have* been very good to me. I don't know what I'm going to do. But, as y'all keep reminding me... one day at a time.
Friend and I went by Michael's Crafts and then the bookstore before coming home, where we watched Freaky Friday (my mom re-joined us again. She was going to spend the night at her house tonight, but she wasn't ready. She *says* she was, but she was finding all kinds of excuses to stay *here* instead. Not a problem. Not for now, anyway). FF was a great film, and we both enjoyed it more than the original, which was a surprise. That was a good break.
Then some more game-playing (the game is something like Sphynx and the Cursed Mummy. Quite fun so far) before coming up here.
So, for those who are still with me -- any advice on how to deal with my mother? She's about to drive DH and me up the wall with her panicked state *despite* us trying to help her, she wants all the answers NOW, doesn't matter that places are *CLOSED* until *TUESDAY* and you're NOT going to get those answers until the places open again. She's not letting anyone get *any* rest (well, okay, a slight exaggeration -- rephrase that to *much* rest and certainly not enough) and DH and I are both about worn thin trying to keep up with her. This is just making things worse, but I don't know how to get her to stop. She won't talk to a "3rd party" from EAP, wants to know everything the CFA will know, ask, or say when we *can't* know all that info yet, wants everything in the house done NOW, as well as all the bills and such paid off NOW (doesn't matter if they aren't due for another 2-3 weeks, NOW. Must be done NOWNOWNOWNOW.) I've tried talking to her, and it doesn't seem to do much good. Really, I'm out of ideas.
Help?
So, I'll update y'all on what happened yesterday:
Got off to a slow start yesterday, and ended up over at my mom's about noon. Dropped her off to help my cousin finish up what he could do and I got my oil changed -- that was a week or so behind. It's crazy how even the strangest things make me remember my dad and how much I miss him -- half the time when I got my oil changed, he'd come with me because we'd drop my car off at lunch, then come back and get it when we were done eating. Can't even go get my oil changed without getting depressed.

Mid-afternoon, went to the lawyer's to get our wills signed.
Back to mom's for a bit until the rain stopped enough that I could come back home. But again, she tried forcing more of my dad's stuff out of her house and into ours.
That was really hard, because I can't go through that stuff and process it at the rate she wants us to. She's about to lose her mind because the house is a mess, my dad's office isn't completly empty yet, she can't re-arrange that yet to be a different store-room/library for her stuff. In effect, because we haven't removed nearly all traces of my dad from the house.
IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN TWO WEEKS, ******!!! SLOW DOWN, WOMAN! It's going to take something known as TIME, and you're going to put us or yourself in the hospital trying to move at this rate! (And yes, I've mentioned things to that effect. No effect after an hour.

I tried to tell her I can't go through this stuff that fast. I do want to keep it before she tries to sell everything my dad owned, but I emotionally *can't handle* going through it that fast.
All I got was an angry look and gesture to shut the **** up. No words to that effect, but the gesture spoke all the volumes needed.

I really can't handle this. As though it weren't bad enough to have to handle dealing with the loss of my dad, I have to try to deal with a mom who's gone practically insane with her attempts (and failures) to deal with things and her inability to actually accept that what help we are giving is all we can give right now.
She refuses to take things one day at a time. Shoot, she refuses to take things one WEEK at a time!
Anyway, sorry for the vent. That left me really upset last night. And today.
Back to story...
Came home, got a call from my cousin and visited for a few minutes, then from my grandma. Those helped me calm down enough that I was able to watch JAG and Stargate with my mom (when she came back here to sleep again), and play a video game I got at Blockbuster to use as a distraction.
Anyway, after everything emotionally straining yesterday, I felt torn nearly in two. Felt like I was down to a single strand of strenth and/or sanity left and I didn't like that feeling. That's why I didn't feel up to posting last night. Shoot, it even took me 2 hours to get up the strength and will-power to do a single load of *laundry*.

I was also dreading today entirely.
Today was a bit better, though, for the most part.
Had my first class this morning. I don't know what I'm getting myself into with this class, but DH and the Prof both think I'm up to the task this semester, and if I'm not... well, I can always drop mid-semester and try again next time it's offered. I know my dad would want me to at least try. He never let me give up in the past when I wanted to quit classes. He wouldn't want me to quit now. Not without at least trying.
Class itself was very good, though. It really did help me get back into the "normal" routine. Even made it 2 hours without feeling depressed. The people at that school are just the greatest (only the prof knew what had happened, I didn't tell anyone else). And one lady I like who's roughly my age has been in my classes the past 2 semesters. She's a great person, makes me laugh all the time, and she did so again today several times. I wish I could hire her to just be in my classes the rest of the program because she's great for my self-confidence. LOL! Too bad she's down to I think one semester left. I'm going to miss working with her.
Came back home, where I crashed for an hour before having my friend take me in to the office today. I wasn't sure how I'd react to being back at work without my dad, and didn't want to drive in in case it was a bad reaction. Turns out I could have done just fine, but I'm glad I had her to vent to when we left.
I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with work. Right at the moment, I don't know that I'm comfortable staying there. There are some things I'd like to say about it, but don't feel comfortable talking about on an open discussion board. Suffice it to say, it's adding to my stress level, and I was *already* stressed and depressed (and thus unmotivated) at work *before* Christmas, this just makes things worse and worse.

But I also know right now's not the time to make that kind of decision, and I need to talk to some people before I make any kind of knee-jerk reaction decision that I'll later regret. Because as a whole, this company and department *have* been very good to me. I don't know what I'm going to do. But, as y'all keep reminding me... one day at a time.
Friend and I went by Michael's Crafts and then the bookstore before coming home, where we watched Freaky Friday (my mom re-joined us again. She was going to spend the night at her house tonight, but she wasn't ready. She *says* she was, but she was finding all kinds of excuses to stay *here* instead. Not a problem. Not for now, anyway). FF was a great film, and we both enjoyed it more than the original, which was a surprise. That was a good break.
Then some more game-playing (the game is something like Sphynx and the Cursed Mummy. Quite fun so far) before coming up here.
So, for those who are still with me -- any advice on how to deal with my mother? She's about to drive DH and me up the wall with her panicked state *despite* us trying to help her, she wants all the answers NOW, doesn't matter that places are *CLOSED* until *TUESDAY* and you're NOT going to get those answers until the places open again. She's not letting anyone get *any* rest (well, okay, a slight exaggeration -- rephrase that to *much* rest and certainly not enough) and DH and I are both about worn thin trying to keep up with her. This is just making things worse, but I don't know how to get her to stop. She won't talk to a "3rd party" from EAP, wants to know everything the CFA will know, ask, or say when we *can't* know all that info yet, wants everything in the house done NOW, as well as all the bills and such paid off NOW (doesn't matter if they aren't due for another 2-3 weeks, NOW. Must be done NOWNOWNOWNOW.) I've tried talking to her, and it doesn't seem to do much good. Really, I'm out of ideas.
