April 24th, 2006 (09:09 am)
current mood: stressed
Oh, what a weekend.
About 1:30 in the afternoon on Friday, I was at the computer browsing for Colts/Peyton websites....when I noticed that the left side of Brandon's face had red spots on it. After further investigating, the red spots were on his shoulders, chest and literally covering his back! At this point, I picked up Allie and raised my voice in alarm of his obvious disease. I then called his mother (because my mother was asleep), Alan, Kayla and even my Grandma Judy in Utah who I have seen three times. Based on their opinions, my own eyes and Brandon's testimony our conclusion was that he has the Chickenpox. Except for Alan who think it might have been an allergic reaction.
When mom awoke, we went through the drama of treating my neurotic nephew who "oohed", "owed" and told us to stop when we applied the lotion. We soothed him and put him on his little bed in the living room so covered in pink he looked like a science project. Poor little guy. I am afraid I might be in his shoes very soon as Mom can't remember if I had Chickenpox or the Measles! Well, it's either me getting this disease or Allie or Alan.
Soon he feel asleep and I was left to wonder what would happen the rest of the night. As usual I had to think about what Cherri would be doing that night instead of watching her now very ill child and baby girl. Before the Chickenpox, she was going to go to school and then go with The Eric to the tattoo shop. Now with Brandon needing his mother, I hoped in vain that she would stay home and help me with him. The problem with this is that when you politely ask her for her help in raising her children she yells, argues, and fights you until you give in because her social life is the most important thing in the world to her. In other words, she probably just wants to get away from us altogether as much as she can. Then with these reactions she says I am the one who gets mad about the Brandon and Allie!
Anyway, since you can't comprise with her she said she would go to school for only an hour and then come home to eat the Safeway pizza. So I was duped again and I lost my appetite. Oh well, you can't have it both ways of course. But sometimes I think, no I know, that what I see of my sister in this house is a masquerade and this is not who she wants to be. I'll leave it at that before I get carried away. To add to all this, she was supposed to be moving out her place this month into our house because of the robbery but she kept putting it off. So she packing almost the entire weekend and she still has a lot more to go with only a week to go.
Now that night with Brandon was easy compared to the next night. Earlier that day was the first time he cried because he has so many of the bumps on his back that hurt. He was still crying later and he wanted his mother who was at work. I put in the tub to give him on of those oatmeal baths that make the itching go away and he felt much better. But then it came time for bed and he was miserable. Cherri was over at the house still packing and Mom was at work so I really didn't know what to do. Good thing she called though and told me to give him some Tylenol so he could sleep better. It didn't really work as when I was trying to watch Batman, he was tossing and turning. An hour after that when I was watching Dr. Strangelove he was still tossing and turning! Eventually, I think, he just tired himself out and finally feel asleep.
Of course, it didn't last long as he woke himself up and starting crying because he was so uncomfortable. Even when Mom came home (which was about midnight), she couldn't get him to calm down and sleep. He was in tears again and screaming for Cherri who had yet to come home. At this point, Alan was awake so they went over to her house and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She had a long story in the morning to tell everyone but I wasn't listening. There really wasn't any time as we had to move in all her furniture and some of the kids stuff. Now the living room is a lot smaller and I am really worried about where to put everything in this house because it's hard to fit seven people in a three bedroom house. I can't decide if I have agoraphobia because I have difficulty moving out or getting a job or if I have claustrophobia because I am hyperventilating over this confined house! Oy. I hope when I move out all I have is a mattress, my PS2, my books, a library card and my clothes.
To sum up, I might be complaining on here a lot in the very near future. But at least I have some distractions for when I find some time to be alone. I am halfway through Kingdom Hearts II with 20+ hours of play and I watched The Simpson's last night. And I can't forget The Godfather trilogy on AMC. Oh, even though I love Marlon and Part I, Al Pacino and Part II was amazing. Part II was definitely darker and if Al Pacino had been ten or so years older I would consider it better then the first. But you can't top Marlon as Vito in my opinion. *sigh*
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