Ohhhhh what a weekend. The problem with getting sick is that then you can’t call in sick when you just want to….. If I hadn’t been sick a week or two ago, today would be a wonderful day to take the proverbial mental health day. Oh well. Worked Friday evening and came home exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping well to say the least. So around 9:00 I took two, count ‘em two, otc sleeping pills because I was going to get some sleep if it killed me! A half hour later just as they were kicking in the phone rang. It was my mother. My father had left the house because he insisted she wasn’t his wife Polly. The wind was vicious that night but he took off with no jacket, bent over and holding his shillelagh in the darkness.
So much for sleeping. Ernie took off and went looking for him…and looking….and looking. Just as he was going to go to the police station to let them know he circled by their house and saw police cars outside. Evidently my father had knocked on someone’s door and said that he didn’t know where he was and he didn’t know his address. He did know his name however and the police came and brought him home.
Suffice to say I didn’t sleep well even when I knew he was home. The next day I worked all day at a work event. Blew off the dinner afterwards because my colleague kindly said she’d handle it (thanks Nancy) and came home and collapsed. Got up Sunday morning and took my father to church and I could barely keep my eyes open. In our new routine he tells me he wants to go grocery shopping with me but then when we get to the grocery store he wants to stay in the car. I refuse and drive him home and then head back to the grocery store. When I got home around 12:30 I just laid down on the couch and slept for a couple of hours while the boys played Lego on the floor in front of me.
Oh well….off to another day…..