* Those of you who don't follow me on the Twitter missed a bunch of drama at Club Med over the weekend. Basically Hotter's one kidney got lazy with clearing him of the anesthesia meds, and we had to take him off IV pain relief for a bit and then he had withdrawal and for a while it looked like he was going to end up vented in ICU or else maybe there was a problem with his kidney but then he got his act together and we came home last night. WHEW!
* I couldn't update here because my free year of Typepad that I won over at Winecat's place ran out and I couldn't make a payment from Club Med (well, I could have I guess, but their network wasn't secure so I elected not to chance it). I apologize to those of y'all who left comments that didn't show up; I couldn't approve them.
* Also when I tried to update the billing information I kept getting a message that what I'd been trying to do had failed for unknown reasons, and then Typepad was all "yeah, you have to switch to the NEW Typepad to make that change." Which, well, why not just say so in the error message instead of "unknown reasons" if you know that's what it is? So I switched to the new Typepad and added my billing information and then switched back, because I hate the new Typepad with a white-hot passion. It's not better than old Typepad, just different and, in my humble opinion, not as intuitive or user-friendly. Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!
* At some point we need to talk about the personality transplant The XY has apparently received courtesy of benevolent aliens, because not only did he take the MFA Children for Hotter's surgery and keep them longer than planned due to Hotter trying to up and die on me, but he also VOLUNTARILY kept them an extra night just because (which was more than fine with me because I got a total of maybe thirteen hours' sleep in seventy-two hours and was a wreck last night when they were supposed to come home) and hasn't yelled at me or called me names in WEEKS. At first it was super-nice and I guess it still is, but it's also more than a little bit creepy. I'm not complaining, exactly, it's just very unsettling to have him be polite, reasonable, and interested in being a father after a solid decade of pleas to abort, domestic abuse, and legal/financial murder/suicide on his part. Now I'm the arsehole if I question his motivation and don't relax certain boundaries given his new attitude, so I'm playing along, but I also don't trust the SOB and keep waiting for the boom to drop.
* Motherfucking Poe BIT ME. I guess it's my fault for not handling him much as we prepared for Hotter's surgery (and we were gone for a couple of days) but damn, yo, I saved your life! I mean yeah, I knew damn well he was a snake, but...as terri c. noted, it's like Poe is holding the XY's personality for him. Which he can keep doing, since Poe is easier to contain than the XY, but I miss the nice, latent homosexual creature I rescued from the mean streets and...OMG it is JUST LIKE my first marriage! I'm wondering if this means that I should get rid of Poe, or whether I'm reading too much into this, or...gah! Anyway it TOTALLY broke the skin but I've kept Mupirocin on it and that stuff kills everything so hopefully it won't get infected. That would really suck.
* Middle Child has had a birthday (his sixth), and was very depressed and saying he was a bad boy, didn't deserve to have a birthday, and would give away any presents he received to his brothers or Hotter because Middly = bad. Which is just so VERY untrue; Middly is the best-behaved MFA Child most days. The XY has even noticed this and mentioned it to me, and Hotter and I are addressing it with the family therapist, but this is almost as awkward as it is sad because I think most of Middly's ennui is him feeling "guilty" for telling on the XY for doing some heinous things that other grownups ABSOLUTELY needed to know about during the ugly days of the divorce. Which I can't exactly say to the XY, who sees himSELF as the victim in all of this (or seemed to last time we spoke of that hot mess, by which I mean the last time he screamed at me about it in a police station parking lot). Gah! Anyway clinically depressed six-year-olds are really heartbreaking, desperate times call for desperate measures, and we got Middly a puppy for his birthday.
* Puppies always win; Middle Child decided right there on the spot that he would keep at least this one gift. Hotter and I have been planning this since before the mama dog was even bred (our next-door neighbor is the breeder) and I've wanted to get the boys (especially Middle Child, given that kids with developmental delays can really benefit from animal companions) a dog for a while, it was just never a good time what with my traveling back and forth to see Hotter before we got married and me working and probably it'll never be a "good" time but on July 12th Casa MFA will get that much crazier (that's when MFA Puppy
will be seven weeks old and ready to come home). Plus look, aww:
Figure One: No really, AWW! Yes, she is a pitbull. Try not to be terrified, I realize she is very fierce-looking. They're wonderful family dogs if you treat them well and this breeder raises show dogs, not fighters. I know some of you are probably wondering why I didn't get a pound puppy or rescue dog, and under different circumstances I absolutely would, but with an organ-transplant recipient on immunosuppressive drugs, two children with developmental delays, and one child with a weak native immune system in the house, it was absolutely necessary to not only know our prospective dog's entire social history but also their medical history from day one in order to have this be safe for the entire family.