Not quite my usual day before Thanksgiving but not quite freaking out yet, leaving that to Jim and boy is he doing it well! Generally the house would be clean and I'd be in the kitchen baking and dreading a pile of linens to be ironed and silver to be polished. Instead my fridge is full of Zuppardo's deli containers and I have vague plans of cleaning off the coffee table so we'll have somewhere to eat tomorrow. No pity though, not a lick! We had options, people do still love us enough to tolerate my entire merry krewe (yea right, merry ain't quite the best adj for this bunch) and Jim thought he might score a leisurely dinner at 2 Sister's but nope, not gonna happen. These suckers are at my mercy, tomorrow's a work day, I'll be kind, they can listen to the ballgames while ripping and tearing and continuing the mayhem of our reno. Water gun at the ready for anyone who tries to sneak off for a nap.
Jim had a meltdown Monday night. As he hobbled up the stairs after work and eased his broken old body down onto the sofa, he tells me "I give up", launches into this longass ramble about replacing beams and codes and running out of aleeve, basically boils down to the closest thing I'm going to ever hear that he knows he screwed up. Um, excuse me, like I bought into the idea that I'd have a wonderful finished kitchen for Thanksgiving? Damn, when he and the cabinet guy swore 5-6 weeks, I thought I was being practical by thinking 8-10. Guess I was only being practical without acknowledging past lessons, like the bathroom escapade, shoulda' remembered exactly how long we had no bathtub. Yesterday I nailed down each of the boys, was brutally honest, like if Daddy has a nervous breakdown or permanently maims himself, it's up to them to step up and support the family. LMAO, sure brought swift action and each of their reactions were so telling.....Jacob took off today to clear the space under the house for Jim to be able to access the supports, Joshua called a friend that does home repairs and scheduled a "visit" and Jeremy took out the garbage. What can I say? They're just lucky Ninja Bunny isn't at home, course if she was, the whole job would have been finished in 4 weeks and I'd be digging out the Christmas ornaments this afternoon.
Seriously embracing the thankful part though. Regardless of the whole mess we have here, my husband, children and grandchild are safe. Samantha's friend Anne buried her little brother yesterday. He was killed in Iraq. Nothing any of us have gone through in any way compares to that. My heart just aches for this family and all of the others that have lost their loved ones. We all get consumed by our own lives, forgeting that there is a war going on and families are losing their sons over there everyday. Angers me that the news gives a "casualty" count, seeming to overlook that each casualty represents a family torn apart with grief. And adding insult, Samantha covered SOBE last week, looking for a small American flag to wear out of respect, there were none to be found. Every store told her the same thing, we only carry that for the 4th of July. So we as a country are supposed to celebrate the "birth" of independence, yea great, eat watermelon and have a parade but what about all of the men that have been lost since 1776? This boy was killed on Veteran's Day and nobody had a flag.
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