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DAY 645 THE DAY "MOM" WENT POSTAL...
Okay, so you know from previous posts that I can be Postal Grammy... but there is the Postal Mom side of me too! *wink* Yesterday was the day Postal Mom made an appearance peeps! Let me set the stage... DH is currently in the lock down section of the VA Hospital's Mental Health section and I'm dealing with all that drama and stress. So last night I'm scrambling for babysitters for the Grandkids so I can go see DH and drop off necessities for his extended stay there. I already know that children under 12 won't be allowed, but my 9 year old Grandson's Aunt had to call me at the last minute to say she's working late and can't take him after all. I've got 4 year old Princess T covered and Robert doesn't want to stay with his Uncle at home, he's worried about Grandpa and wants to see him and make sure he's alright. I don't have the strength to fight him on that and figure I'll use my Monty Hall Lets Make A Deal skills at the Hospital in hopes they can accommodate us this one time??! Well, God Bless 'em, they do, putting us in a private locked room for our safety and allowing Robert to spend special time with Grandpa and share a meal with him there, alleviating his concerns. But, wouldn't you know, 23 year old Son has a Rain Man Moment and decides that he'd host a Bar-B-Q Beer and Vodka Fest at the house in my absence! What part of that sounded like a good idea to him given what Mom was already dealing with, well, I'll never know... obviously he knew WHERE I was and the circumstances surrounding it with Dad and all... so perhaps he was thinking if he sent Mom over the edge, well, we could get a group discount at the Mental Health Ward, I dunno??! *LOL* So, I pull up to the house at about 9 pm and young men are streaming out my back door going, "Liam, your Mom's home!" Guilt written all over the scenario my Friends... seems there has been a "situation" during their lil party, they left the doors hanging open and one of our young male "outside cats" got into the house and freaked out when he couldn't figure out how to get back outside and had a host of drunken young men trying to usher him back out! So, Gypsy is climbing the walls, breaking antiques and vintage items in his path and peeing all over the place in his panic! So... I come home to antique shards and male cat pi$$ aroma permeating the house! I proceeded to go Postal and young men are scattering like wheat shaff in the wind!!! *smiles* Oh, yeah, nobody is acting macho right about now, they knew it would be a suicide mission to try to talk me down from this one peeps! I'm cutting my bare feet on small shards of glass they hadn't been sober enough to see, the rest of the "evidence" is in assorted trash cans throughout the house... like I wouldn't notice... RIGHT!!!!! So, the little House Party was busted and I made it clear to #1 Son that if he didn't wanna find himself sitting on a Park Bench in the rain, disrespecting me and my house again and putting more stress on me at the worst possible time, well, it oughtta be a no-brainer in the future!!! So today there is no trouble in Paradise once again as everyone is kissing a$$ so that I won't have to be kicking it! *wink*
Published Saturday, November 07, 2009 12:13 PM by Being-restored
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