(this is part 2, starting off with my response to Mini's tearful conversation - when she shared her feelings about being away at school)
Me: It's going to take time. Don't worry about academics - you'll do great. You did NOT peak in high school. Anyone will be thrilled and lucky to have you as a friend. Ann sounds great
, have you told her how hard you're finding this? (YES). That's good - better to get things off your chest.
*Then Mini explained that she struggled to keep things bottled up, was sort of disgusted with herself for always spilling the beans and calling me crying.
Me: (eyes bugging out of my head) Well, um, that's because you're an open book JUST like me. It just means we're good at sharing (this is where you all mention in the comments that open book people are the best kind of people.) Hey, I'm going to see you Saturday.
6:45 pm: While I was talking to Mini, Reg called. I'd texted him to say that I'd arrived.
Reg: I'll be at the car in a minute.
Me: I'm talking to Mini. Don't talk in the car, OK? *I didn't want her to shut down.
He hopped in, ate his dinner, and changed his clothes, all while I drove and chatted with Mini and tried not to become a puddle myself. I dropped him off at basketball and told him Dad might be back to get him at 9:30.
I figured I could just drive all the way home (26 minutes on the expressway, because b-ball is my new Irish dancing) and keep talking to Mini. By the time I got home, maybe Curly would be ready to be picked up.
7:45 pm: Mini said good-bye, she needed to go get some stuff done. I tried Ed again while I drove. No answer. I was worried.
Remember in Sound of Music when Maria is praying next to her bed and can't remember the one kid's name. "Oh, that's right, Curt. God bless Curt."
Who am I missing? Oh, yeah Tank. He'd texted me something about fall break that was clear as mud. I called him.
7:45 pm: While chatting with Tank, I ran into the grocery store. I was driving to Notre Dame that Saturday morning and I needed ingredients for my tailgate appetizers. I opened my wristlet, and the fact that I even know what a wristlet is surprises the heck out of me. You know me, I'm not fancy. Inside the wristlet was the little capsule with Reg's epilepsy pill in it.
Me: NO! *sobbing*
Tank: What? What's wrong with you?
Me: I forgot to have Reg take his pill. Because I was talking to Mini. She was crying. And. Now. He's far away. At b-ball. If he has another seizure . . .
Tank: Geez, he'll be fine. He can take it later. *Tank doesn't get it.
Tank said good-bye to his mother, the basket case. I ran around the grocery store, wiping my tears, waiting for Curly to text me: 'come get me.'
Coach called. I told him about the pill. He offered to bring Reg the pill if I brought it to him at work (he works nearby). He'd have to leave work, write up his notes another time. I preferred he just finish what he was doing and not have to stay at work longer another time.
8:00 pm: Curly was ready to be picked up, I left my grocery cart at the service desk. "I'll be right back." When Curly hopped in the car, I explained my tears. "EVERYTHING."
We returned to the store. She grabbed a few things, I get a few things. We unloaded the stuff at home, and I hauled butt back to Reg's practice.
8:25 pm: Ed finally called. Feeling better, not 100%. Told me he played in a b-ball game. I pointed out that this was a mistake, and he agreed. Realizing that he shouldn't have exerted himself. *He continued to feel sick for better part of a week.
|I bought these on |
Amazon. I think there
were 4 or 5 in the
package. Reg filled a
few, and then left them on the
counter. Now he has them
8:45 pm: Back at b-ball, I tried to get Reg's attention, so he would take his pill. Practice was a fast paced, full court drill, and there was no way he was going to come off of the court. *Parents are allowed to watch, so I didn't raise any eyebrows. I appeared to be observing vs frantic mother with a medication delivery.
9:45 pm: Practice ends after going 15 minutes longer than scheduled. Reg takes his pill in the car and I tell him that the little pill holders that I bought as backup options in case he forgets at home cannot sit on the kitchen counter. He needs to attach them to his golf bag, school bag, b-ball bag, etc.
Not sure when I last had an evening when EVERYTHING felt SO urgent and stressful.