Away ....

I'm currently typing this from my laptop at home. My two children are across from me, missing school and working on their crafts quietly on the kitchen table. "Quietly"...well, that won't last long so I'd better hurry up.

I've been tending to them all weekend. Both of them sick. Juliana is currently on antibiotics and I have a feeling Danica's going to be needing them soon as well. Wouldn't you know it. The moment I have some time off, they get sick.

I'm off all week. I thought I'd take a week off and recharge my batteries for a while but I guess that's going to have to wait.

I've gotta run. The quiet I've been talking about is quickly turning into an Advil moment.

Trin

An emotional day...

I feel sick today. Physically tired and mentally drained. Geez, I can't remember the last time I felt this way.

Saturday was a good day. I got so much accomplished. I Even went in for my 2nd tattoo....don't worry, it's tastefully done. I had an ankle bracelet done to accompany my wrist bracelet. It's very cute flowery thing with two ladybugs and a bumble bee on it which signifies my two girls and ....well, I tell Pete the bumble bee is him but it's really me...lol I also had the Trinity symbol tattooed on the inside of my ankle which signifies the father, the son and the holy spirit. Maybe I'll post a pic here after it's all healed up.

We had my sister-in-law's daughter sleep over which was a nice surprise. She has been over once or twice since she was born. She's 3 now and a complete angel and my kids played well with her. We babysat to make things a bit easier for her mom who took the news of her father's death the worst out of her 6 other siblings.

I think I'm feeling this way because of yesterday's wake. It was a very emotional time even though I didn't know the man very well, I did know his family. His wife was always very kind to me and I must remind her of someone or something because when I saw her yesterday, she sobbed on my shoulder for at least a full 2 minutes while giving me the tightest embrace which, in turn, made me start sobbing.
Rita was the last in line. I told her while hugging her that she needed to be strong now and she confirmed that it was all her father ever wanted for her. It doesn't look like any of her siblings are talking to her. I'm sure her father wouldn't have approved of that.

Anyway, I'm back at work today and it's still on my mind. It seems like nothing I do will bring me out of this funk today.

Trin

......And it's Friday!

I think this had to be one of the longest weeks in history and I thank goodness it's over.

I had awoken to some sad news this morning.
Because I had gone to bed last night before Peter came home, on the kitchen counter was a note from him that said "Here's some beef jerky for Juliana. Believe it or not she loves this stuff. Oh and Antonella's father died."

Antonella's (my sister-in-law) father passed away but that wasn't the saddest part of the story. When Pete woke up this morning I had asked him how he passed away. Apparently, he had been fighting with Rita, one of his other daughters, last night about her drinking. Rita, who's gotta be in her mid 40's now, unmarried and has been living off of others now for a good portion of her life had come home drunk again after her off again/on again battle with alcoholism. He, in the midst of the arguement, had a fatal heart attack.
Sad. Very sad.

As I sit here thinking about it now, for Rita (the family's black sheep), her father's passing will either be a terribly good experience for her or a terribly bad one. She may find herself looking at this as a "calling" to finally get her life in order, or do just the opposite and kill herself out of sheer guilt. I'm really praying that she finds the help she needs.

So, for this weekend, it looks like I'll be attending the funeral of a lovely quiet man (much like my dad) who had raised 7 children, sadly leaving his wife of .....over 50 years (I think) and visiting my dad on father's day with more hugs and kisses than he had ever received in his entire life.

Trin

Off to the Opera....

I can't decide whether or not to take the Subway or the car downtown tonight.

St Joe's has generously offered a few of us here at the company free tickets to LUNA, a gathering of the 10 most spectacular Canadian Opera superstars to perform downtown at our Roy Thompson Hall. And...it's tonight.

We didn't know if the tickets were available until today but I did mention it to Pete last night and he said he'd pick up the kids if I was going. When I called him around noon today to tell him that I accepted the ticket (I'll be attending alone as usual), he sighed and commented on how he now has to re-arrange his schedule because of my plans.

I know I ruined his usual Friday evening with the boys but I'm always the one accepting his little surprise outtings. There were times when he needed to leave in the middle of dinner to help someone, or when Mike's (his cousin) car broke down on our 'family' night and he had to go help him, the time he had to go with Mike on a Sunday to look at a potential car for sale or how just the other night, I had to rush around to pick up both Juliana and Danica because he "lost track" of time.....I could go on. He should be willing and happy about giving me one night in return.

However, despite this bit of friction, I am going. Alone. I just wish I had someone close to me to enjoy it with.

I remember having a similar discussion with my sister on how she wasn't afraid to experience new places or things alone and she'd do it happily if nobody was around to join her. I, on the other hand, would love someone to share the experience with, to dance with or to have dinner with..... other than the little voice in my head telling me to walk faster when there's a creepy guy behind me or wondering why the idiot in the restaurant is staring at me while I'm eating. At least there someone there to let me know if I have a piece of broccoli stuck between my teeth. Going alone means I'll now have to ask the homeless man on the corner while showing him my pearly whites.

Trin