Rajah
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Not really much different to report today.
Whereas yesterday I didn't want to get out of bed, today I couldn't sleep in much. 10:30 came around (I used to sleep until noon easily given the chance) and I had to get up.
Even though I didn't really want to go back to my parents' house today when I went to bed last night, when I got up this morning (anyone lost yet?
) and found my mom and cousin gone, I was really disappointed. Then I found the note saying they'd just gone for more boxes and would be back soon.
Added another direction to the ups and downs of the roller coaster today: anger. Nothing specific, not yet anyway, just a generic "want to punch your fist into the wall or computer monitor" type anger. And frustration. My poor mom kept wanting to know how to do this, that, or the other or where was this or what was that again and I kept feeling like I was being intruded on. I had things *I* wanted to do, I didn't want to show her how to do everything, why doesn't she know how to do this herself, etc etc etc. Take the anger *away* for a bit and I felt guilty for feeling that way, but that's how I felt for a good portion of the day today. I suspect that'll be coming a lot the next few weeks or months.
Routine was pretty much the same. Back to my parent's house where my cousin helped clean out more of my dad's office (we were allowed in now). I went through more photos for a bit, until my cousin came downstairs with *two boxes* of old catalogs. And by old, I mean some of these things are 6 or 8 years old! Any particular reason *why* my dad kept most of these??? I found about a dozen I wanted to keep for one reason or another, but most we decided to toss. We're not talking about *magazines* here, we're just talking about *catalogs*, and most of those junk-mail in the first place.
So I spent the rest of the day going through those and blacking-out the address and customer info both inside and outside every catalog. By about the 100th time, seeing my dad's name printed hurt less.
Maybe between sorting through the pictures and putting together the album of my dad, and going through the catalogs and seeing his name in print so often will help numb me a little to what I know I'll see at work: the photo and "passed" information on the memorial fliers typically printed when a coworker dies. One of the reasons I'm dreading going back.
I was able to eat today, a bit more substantially than I did yesterday. Though, now that I think on it, I still didn't eat that much. 2 small croissant sandwiches (ham, cheese, and romaine lettuce), and one of those small microwave bowls of ravioli. But at least it's solid food.
Came home where the phone rang off the hook for the next 2 hours.
But then, at the suggestion of a friend, I did something to get back into the normal routine. On normal nights, I'd settled into a routine of watching Futurama, Family Guy, Inuyasha, and Big O on Cartoon Network. While I missed Futurama and Family Guy because one of my neighbor/best friends stopped by to check on us, I did sit down and cross stitch while watching Inuyasha and Big O. For about 20 minutes of those, I was able to totally forget what had happened, and life was back to normal. I needed that break.
Then, just a few minutes ago, DH came up and taped something to my computer that totally disrupted my plans for Saturday. I *had* planned on going in to work with my friends for just a few minutes or an hour or so, so I could get used to being back in the office without my dad, but do so without having all my well-meaning coworkers either swamping me with sympathies and hugs and stuff, or ignoring me entirely because they don't want to intrude. I can't handle being *at work*, *without my dad*, *and* dealing with all the people at the same time, *and* all the emails I suspect I have. So we'll take it three parts first (work, no dad, email), and add the last bit (coworkers) next week.
Well, this semester I had signed up for a class that primarily met online, but has 3 or 4 in-person Sat morning meetings. The first one is, of course, Saturday. (Oh, did I mention my dad's birthday is Sunday?)
I'm going to try to get back into my normal routine by trying this semester. My DH has taken this course and says it should be fairly straight-forward for me. And if I can't handle it, the instructor knows my situation and will work with me. At worst, I'll get a passing-withdraw later in the semester. At best, I'll finish the semester with an A and be that much farther than I was before. I'm just glad I signed up for *one* class this semester, not two.
I still can't believe this is happening. I keep wanting to ask him why. What was so bad, that he thought this was the only way out?
Whereas yesterday I didn't want to get out of bed, today I couldn't sleep in much. 10:30 came around (I used to sleep until noon easily given the chance) and I had to get up.
Even though I didn't really want to go back to my parents' house today when I went to bed last night, when I got up this morning (anyone lost yet?

Added another direction to the ups and downs of the roller coaster today: anger. Nothing specific, not yet anyway, just a generic "want to punch your fist into the wall or computer monitor" type anger. And frustration. My poor mom kept wanting to know how to do this, that, or the other or where was this or what was that again and I kept feeling like I was being intruded on. I had things *I* wanted to do, I didn't want to show her how to do everything, why doesn't she know how to do this herself, etc etc etc. Take the anger *away* for a bit and I felt guilty for feeling that way, but that's how I felt for a good portion of the day today. I suspect that'll be coming a lot the next few weeks or months.

Routine was pretty much the same. Back to my parent's house where my cousin helped clean out more of my dad's office (we were allowed in now). I went through more photos for a bit, until my cousin came downstairs with *two boxes* of old catalogs. And by old, I mean some of these things are 6 or 8 years old! Any particular reason *why* my dad kept most of these??? I found about a dozen I wanted to keep for one reason or another, but most we decided to toss. We're not talking about *magazines* here, we're just talking about *catalogs*, and most of those junk-mail in the first place.
So I spent the rest of the day going through those and blacking-out the address and customer info both inside and outside every catalog. By about the 100th time, seeing my dad's name printed hurt less.

I was able to eat today, a bit more substantially than I did yesterday. Though, now that I think on it, I still didn't eat that much. 2 small croissant sandwiches (ham, cheese, and romaine lettuce), and one of those small microwave bowls of ravioli. But at least it's solid food.
Came home where the phone rang off the hook for the next 2 hours.
But then, at the suggestion of a friend, I did something to get back into the normal routine. On normal nights, I'd settled into a routine of watching Futurama, Family Guy, Inuyasha, and Big O on Cartoon Network. While I missed Futurama and Family Guy because one of my neighbor/best friends stopped by to check on us, I did sit down and cross stitch while watching Inuyasha and Big O. For about 20 minutes of those, I was able to totally forget what had happened, and life was back to normal. I needed that break.
Then, just a few minutes ago, DH came up and taped something to my computer that totally disrupted my plans for Saturday. I *had* planned on going in to work with my friends for just a few minutes or an hour or so, so I could get used to being back in the office without my dad, but do so without having all my well-meaning coworkers either swamping me with sympathies and hugs and stuff, or ignoring me entirely because they don't want to intrude. I can't handle being *at work*, *without my dad*, *and* dealing with all the people at the same time, *and* all the emails I suspect I have. So we'll take it three parts first (work, no dad, email), and add the last bit (coworkers) next week.
Well, this semester I had signed up for a class that primarily met online, but has 3 or 4 in-person Sat morning meetings. The first one is, of course, Saturday. (Oh, did I mention my dad's birthday is Sunday?)
I'm going to try to get back into my normal routine by trying this semester. My DH has taken this course and says it should be fairly straight-forward for me. And if I can't handle it, the instructor knows my situation and will work with me. At worst, I'll get a passing-withdraw later in the semester. At best, I'll finish the semester with an A and be that much farther than I was before. I'm just glad I signed up for *one* class this semester, not two.
I still can't believe this is happening. I keep wanting to ask him why. What was so bad, that he thought this was the only way out?
