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I’m Tired

I’m not going into a lot of detail about this. It’s a tough situation and I’m trying to be considerate that someone who doesn’t even know about my blog is deeply involved.

I have shared parts of the back history on this here. My dad lives with us. He doesn’t contribute to any of the household expenses. He throws temper tantrums at least once a month where he ceases to do even what he did do to be helpful.

About a month ago he disciplined Thomas for something Thomas did deserve to be disciplined for, right in front of Pat before Pat had a chance to handle it himself. If Thomas had done something that affected Grandpa, we wouldn’t have been pleased with Grandpa trying to take the role over as Thomas’s parent, but at least we would have been closer to understanding. What Thomas did, don’t remember now and it’s trivial anyway, had nothing to do with Grandpa and he just happened to be there. Along side Patrick who also witnessed the whole thing. Pat informed Grandpa he was out of line and Grandpa threw a hissy fit. He decided since he couldn’t do right by the kids, he wouldn’t do anything with the kids.

He stopped picking Thomas up from the bus stop after school. This means Pat has to take me to work and pick me up 3 times a week so he can get Thomas instead. So we are going through twice as much gas. Which is expensive. Especially when we alone are footing all the bills around here.

He stopped getting up with Luke in the morning. See, dad likes to get up at 5:30 in the morning and take his shower. Which wakes Luke up, who would otherwise happily sleep til 7:30 or later. So in trade, Grandpa would feed Luke breakfast and watch tv with him while everyone else slept on. Now he continues to take his shower at 5:30 in the morning but leaves Luke to Pat. So, well, Luke has been sleeping with Pat every night so he’ll sleep til 7:30. This is no picnic for anyone. But dad of course.

So we were already at our wits end. We’ve been debating telling dad he had to move out for a long time now. Every time he throws a temper tantrum, to be exact. But we just didn’t have it in us.

Thomas is sick. Has been since 1pm Sunday afternoon. He can’t go more than 30 minutes to an hour without puking. It was like that all night. He’d sleep for 30 minutes, wake up, puke, sleep for 30 minutes, repeat.

I was up until 4am. One part couldn’t sleep, one part worried about Thomas. One part rinsing out the throw-up bowl. Thomas was sleeping in the living room with Pat, but I was trying to let Pat get some sleep while I handled things so he could take over at 4 and I could get some sleep. That was the plan anyway. I don’t know how well it worked. I was downstairs except when I heard Thomas puking, so that me being up wouldn’t keep Thomas up during his 30 minute sleep stretches.

Anyway I was up until 4am at which point I crashed into a deep sleep. Thomas was up, for all intent and purposes all night. Pat was up and down from about 4am on.

At 7am dad started vacuuming the kitchen. Which is like 10 feet from where the sick kid was currently sleeping. And about 9 feet directly above my head. The sun wasn’t even up.

Pat went into the kitchen and asked him to please stop 4 times nice and calm. Dad couldn’t hear him over the vacuum. So Pat shouted it. Dad didn’t take that well and the epicest of all epic temper tantrum ensued.

That was the straw that broke the camels back. Dad has until April to find someplace new to live.

There was of course a huge fight involved in this. These are the details I’ll leave out. I think the highlight that will make my point was when dad said he’d put together a bill of what we owed him money wise. To which Pat said he would do the same. Anyway, it wasn’t pretty.

So I guess we’ll see what happens. I’m not entirely sure dad took the April deadline seriously. I’m not sure what will be done to enforce it. I don’t know if he’s made any phone calls to try and find somewhere new to live. I just don’t know. So we’ll see?

2 Comments

  1. Comment by firstsoprano:

    Brydan house…

    Faith Mission…

    Helping out his ailing mom and Vern in Iowa. I'm sure they would welcome his assistance.

    On another note….are you wanting to attend James' funeral. I'm thinking "no" but don't want to assume.

  2. Comment by Walkingborder (Karen):

    I would love to show my support by going but I can't miss the work.

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