It's been an emotional morning, and it's only 9AM. Last night, I was exhausted, and went to bed early. Between Andrew's snoring this week from having a cold, and the dog snoring because she wants to sleep with us, I haven't slept well all week. I went to bed early last night, because Catherine had to be up at 7 to get out the door for her swim meet today. Thomas's meet was last night, and we knew it would be nearly Midnight before he got home. I went to bed so I could get up with Catherine, and with assurances from Andrew that he would get Thomas. Except of course when I got up this morning I found texts between them that Andrew hadn't even left the house when Thomas was at the high school. Yes, Thomas should have given Andrew a heads up, but Andrew should've been checking in and/or following along on our locational app. The frustrating part is that this happens often. Andrew is more than happy to abdicate responsibility to me when it comes to kids' schedules, and it has always been that way.
I'm also feeling emotional about the lightning speed of this school year. This time next year we will be just a few months from Catherine's high school graduation, and while I am grateful for each day, it makes me so sad that we are so close to that day. She absolutely amazes me every day. My heart hurt a little as she left this morning to drive herself to the school, and mentioned it was her last meet of the year and next year was the last year of swim. Tough on my heart.
And then, I just received word about our former neighbor from his granddaughter. This man was more like a grandfather to all of us. They were so excited when we became parents, and there was sign on our door from them welcoming us home when we first came home. They were the very first visitors we had, and while I was at the grocery on the very first day, they were at home with Andrew helping to keep us all sane. When I had a sick kid but needed to run an errand for something, they were there. When I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, they were with our kids for hours. When our family expanded, he was the man who built a leaf for our table. When we needed extra storage, he helped Andrew design and build our loft in our garage. I could go on, and on, and on. The word came from Erin this morning that he is in ICU with a severe brain injury. They don't know if he fell and hit his head and then had a stroke, or the other way around, but he's in his 80's and it just isn't good. It pushed me over the edge, and I've been sitting here crying on this Saturday morning.
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