Monday is almost over...well sort of.
The work day is almost over and I couldn't be more thrilled about that. Now if I could just go home, put on my pjs and get into the bed and do nothing else for the rest of the night, I would be sooooooooooooooo happy. Unfortunately, that won't be happening unless by some small chance, the baseball fields will be too wet and my youngest son won't get to play tonight (ohhh darn, wouldn't THAT be a shame).
Last Friday afternoon, I got back from lunch out with several of the girls I work with. I hadn't been back in the building more than 5 minutes when my husband called. This is what he says "Are you still taking this afternoon off"? I responded "no, i was supposed to take this morning off, not this afternoon". Then he wanted to know if i could take off that afternoon as he had just gotten a call from my brother in law's girlfriend saying that he had been drinking, tried to kill himself by taking lots of pills, that he's torn up the apartment and that he was going crazy. My husband then told her if that was the case to call the police and have him taken to the hosptial and then we would figure out what to do. He also told her that she was very unreliable and that he couldn't believe her so that she needed to get one of our "family" friends who also lives in the same state as my brother in law to call my husband. The friend calls my husband, and goes over there to check on my BIL and he told my husband that in all the years that he's known us, this is the worst he has ever seen my brother in law. Now, all this information didn't transpire over a few minutes, it transpired over many hours. Our friend ended up taking my BIL to his house for the weekend to get him sobered up and back in his right frame of mind. Then my BIL started calling husband and saying it wasn't as bad as his GF was saying and that he didn't try to kill himself and that he didnt' take a bunch of pills. What he did do was start drinking on Tuesday and then by Friday (when he was still drinking), I just bet you money that he started taking pain pills because he didnt' like the way he was feeling and wanted to feel higher. He was calling all apologetic for what he's done, blah blah blah. Not the 1st time any of us have heard that story, nor will it be his last. He had his mother scared to death. I came home early on Friday to try to get her mind off things and keep her occupied so she wouldn't be so upset.
Anyway, it's something all the time. No joke. Constant Drama. Doesn't it ever get any better than this?
4:26 p.m. - May 08, 2006
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