Friday, November 20, 2009

What a week THAT was..

Why is it, that things can be rolling along nicely, and you think that life is just great... Then suddenly there's nothing but bumps in the road, everywhere you turn?

Oh, nothing major, and nothing worth getting into a tizzy about, but it just seems that there has been one mini-drama after another, all week long... and even the good stuff has been somewhat dramatical.
(is "dramatical" even a word? Well, if it isn't, it should be.
Because I said so.

Last Friday saw me tearing out my hair over my young lad with autism, because he's been in a teenager-ish kind of mood lately... and here I thought it couldn't get much worse.

But it did.

See, 'young lad' is becoming a man, and because of that, he's discovered the joys of, ahem...
Well, I think you can figure out what I'm saying here.
Or rather what I'm not saying.
Because I'm not saying it.

Luckily, I managed to get an emergency cleaner in... and those guys were fantastic! They dealt with it all, in hardly any time at all... they didn't bat an eyelash when I explained what was on the walls and curtains...
Plus, they even went so far as to come back at the end of the day and steam clean the rest of the carpets throughout the whole house.
Not that the carpets were affected, but hey, when someone else is paying... why not?

I would recommend those cleaners to anyone.
If I could just remember who they were.

Then Monday found us heading to the travel agents, to book our trip to the US... so I've been doing the proverbial "happy dance" all week.
The flights are all paid for, and I'm rarin' to go... but there's one little niggley bit that we haven't worked out yet.

Well maybe two... if you count not yet having informed my son that we're coming.

See, we're bringing a friend with us, because her husband has finally decided that after all these years of her being a rabid Elvis fan, (if there's a word that means more rabid-er than just plain rabid, feel free to insert it here) as well as cooking his meals and scrubbing his unmentionables, that she's entitled to finally see Graceland.
(Well not Elvis' meals and jocks. Although I doubt if you would hear her complain about doing anything for him.
I meant her husbands dinners and undies.)

Now, we're having a hard time figuring out flight prices from San Francisco to Memphis, but I guess we have a little bit of time to get the details worked out, since we aren't even heading over until April 10th.
Except for the fact that we've already reserved a room at to Elvis' Heartbreak Hotel on a certain date.
Like you do.
Especially when you put the cart before the horse and you're about to culminate a lifelong dream.
Well, to be honest, it's her dream... not necessarily mine, but hey, why not see Graceland while we can, eh?

Anyway, it's been a hell of a week around here, and I'm glad to finally have the weekend off.

All the more time to bore you with the minutia of my life, eh?


Pam said...

Too funny! One of my autistic students is a teenage girl, and I am dealing with the whole PMS stuff with her! She can't quite wrap her head around the idea that yes we hate everyone and everything for a few days every month, we just can't do anything about it!

The Wife said...

LOL! Man, he's got some projection!

Homestay Mama said...

Once again I am convinced I could never do what you do! And my hat's off to you for remaining calm, cool and collected through this stage in your young charge's life!

Ah, you're finally coming back to the USA! Yaaay! But if you're heading east to Memphis, you're probably not heading north to Seattle, eh? :-(

Nancy M. said...

Wow, what a thing to have to deal with! Sorry for all the dramas, but at least they're nothing major. See, you're getting closer to SC if you come to Tennessee, lol! I would like to visit Graceland sometime too!

Sherri said...

I guess I should tell you. Without knowing, I informed Bec today that you were coming. hahahaha

farmlady said...

Oh my gosh! Special ed teens. What are ya gonna do when they start acting like adults and don't know how? I must give you credit for what you do. I worked with these kids for a while and went back to regular ed with my tail between my legs.
Power to those who can....

Where does you son live? In the bay area? Did you tell me this already?

Marjie said...

You'll probably have to change planes. Just sayin'

Bz said...

OMyHolyCow... OMyHolyCow... OMyHolyCow... OMY HOLY COW.
Words escape me... and that just doesn't happen much.
A special place in Heaven... is all I can say.

Lil Mama said...

Oh My! That is funny, yet horrible.

Robynn's Ravings said...

I cannot WAIT until you get here and YES we will be hanging out in our stretchy pants, which, hopefull, by that time, won't have to stretch as far but judging by the past two weeks of sheer CRAP I've had to eat, I'm not claiming victory just yet.

And ew. Just ew. And wait, BARF. Okay. I'm done. You're a SAINT, woman!!

Gramma 2 Many said...

My stomach is roiling!! I certainly cannot do what you do. I would starve first, I am sure. I had trouble cleaning up when my children had to throw up. In fact DH usually did it for me because he knew if he did not there would be more for him to clean.
I know you and all the people who do care for the special needs of others are saints here on earth.
If you did make your way north to Seattle, Homestay Mama better call and invite me down to lunch too.
Happy safe trip. April seems like a long time, but soon it will be here and you will not have everything done that needs to be done so better get crackin.

Roslyn said...

We all loved Elvis, especially #3 son. But I have never ventured to you are coming to visit, April will be fun then.Seeing the GK's how they grow!


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