…a reference to the immortal Prince masterpiece “When Doves Cry”. My life is much less dramatic, staggering around at low amplitude with shortness of breath. After my disastrous experience at the sleep lab, I ordered a Vitavix cervical collar-type device for snoring/sleep apnea, but I couldn’t manage to fall asleep in it last night. The typical cycle for me seems to be a couple of weeks of ragged sleep, until I’m so exhausted I can string together a decent eight or nine hour night. I’m convinced it would be a complete waste of time, energy & effort to try to adapt to a CPAP, a BiPAP or any of these other forced-air devices that strap onto your face.
Another day has gone by and once again I did not call my friend Charles (I spoke to him Sunday). Zach has to fly to Tampa June 16 for on-site training for his new job; he is declining my offer to fly us down to the coast for what I fear will be our final visit - “Charles‘s last chance to torment Zach” (Charles’s words not mine! Luckily he has not lost his wicked sense of humor) Zach wants to do a road trip - now I’m all for road trips, but it will certainly be a quick turnaround as we’ll drive down Friday night, have one day of visitation, & have to return to the Metroplex Sunday morning. Of course I will never pass up this opportunity to have Prime Time with my boy - hopefully I will find a diplomatic way to talk to him about Bridezilla; against Zach’s expressed wishes, Victoria contracted with a wedding planner to the tune of $4300. I believe they are meeting with the priest at St Monica‘s next week, but Victoria vociferously rejected her grandmother’s suggestion to have the reception at the parish hall - she has been looking at hotel venues which run into the tens of thousands of dollars. This was one of my concerns about Zach leaving his job - while it’s all well & good to make more money, I’d hate for it just to be funneled into a big dog & pony show of a wedding. Not to mention it’s a huge football field-sized red flag for her to splurge like that - nevermind that she used her own credit card; when she and Zach are married he’ll be responsible for her debts.
Cover your eyes, breathe deep and repeat after me, "He's a grown-up now... he's a grown-up now... he's a grown-up now..."
ReplyDeleteI had to do a lot of that when my son signed on the dotted line to wear an Army uniform, when his first wife pretty much put him into debt while he was deployed, etc. They may not make the same mistakes we did, they could be quite inventive about the mistakes they do make. He self-corrected and on second deployment put me in charge of watching over the finances. On second marriage he asked me what I thought of the young lady BEFORE asking her. Moms get smarter as they live with consequences... as long as we don't overplay an "I told you so" card (see those teeth marks on the tongues of mothers everywhere?)
Hope that "last chance" trip goes well and that Charles and Zach savor their time... and that you have a great "prime time" visit, too.
If I'm grateful for anything in this life, I'm profoundly grateful that Z broke up w/his 1st Serious GF, who was a wellspring of toxicity... No telling WHAT kinda mess he'd be in!?!
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