I slept last night; a perfectly blissful, dead to the world sleep for eight hours. I have my husband to thank for that. I don’t know if it was because he was sensing how stressed out I was; but we got home last night around nine after what felt like an extremely stressful afternoon. We put our boys to bed, showered, and I was about to open up a book when he suggested a drink. The drink turned into a couple of shots and well the rest is history.
I think to that my incredibly patient, super, spectacular husband wanted me to relax a little… especially after the day I had. It began when I completely blew up at him when he was cleaning out a cooler filled left over with Mike’s Hard Lemonade he’d almost finished dumping out the bottles when he opened one and it splattered all across my sparkly kitchen and onto the baby. The baby! My one year old little munchkin who had a doctor’s appointment in a half hour. My little guy who I had to rush upstairs and bathe – only after ripping my husband a new one-complete with uncharacteristic cussing like a sailor. I’m sorry about that Boo. I wub you. But your laughing at the time – was SO not funny to me. It is now though… that was F’g hilarious!
That’s how the stressful afternoon began. It’s highpoint was my car battery dying while I was at the library, and ended with a nice calm dinner at Chick Fil A with my boys. Then home where I ended the night wasted – still in my drunken stupor through bouts of giggles and “I love yous” I remembered my uncle laying in a hospital bed and thought my imagination would get the best of me that night as well. For a while it was until my mom called at around midnight to tell me that she was in Miami and going to go be with my aunt and uncle. I felt better knowing that she was there with my family. If anyone can help my aunt through this horrible ordeal she can. My mom is a freakin’ rock star when it comes to handling crisis. I kid you not. The eternal optimist in me is also fighting her way through and I’m beginning to focus on the positive- that being the worst that could have happened did not, and I am very grateful that my aunt, uncle, and cousin weren’t murdered in their home. My entire family is shocked and horrified by what happened, but my family is wrapping our collective arms around each other and we’re stronger as a family for it, we’re also beginning to become really angry. Anger is a much better feeling than grief, or anger because of grief. My aunt, uncle and cousin are alive, and that is the important thing.
I am not going to get into the details of what happened, because I do not want to violate my family’s privacy. I will say that it was pretty bad, but we’re getting through it, and as I mentioned now that my mom is down there, she’ll take charge and make sure that my aunt has a home to return to, and not a crime scene.
My eighty-one year old grandmother was given the news yesterday morning. True to form she began the rounds of calling everyone she knew. When she finally made it to me, we got to talking and she became upset. Our roles reversed a little during our conversation which only lasted a few moments. I became the one who was comforting her, and helping her to focus on the positive, instead of it being the other way around, which was a little strange and sad for me to.0