Just when I thought I'd finally achieved peace of mind, reasonable health, mastered stress management and time management and anger management, having put at least 6,000 miles between me and my adult children for long enough that they've got on with their lives and do their laundry on their own or with their admirable life-partners, just when I got Shuki's (my dog's) thyroid medication properly titrated so she was no longer lethargic or maniacal, just when the time had arrived to "put my affairs in order," and I realized I had almost done them all, just then...
wham! bam! alakazam! in walked The Relatives From Outer Space, who had moved to Israel nine years ago but happily ignored me until They Broke Up, the wife left the country, and the custodial father realized a Savtadotty was exactly what he and his two daughters needed whenever they got bored fighting with one another.
I decided that G*d gave them to me, so when they visited and subsequently left I would appreciate my gift of solitude and Give Thanks in appropriate ways (such as blogging my Thanks into the Blogosphere). If you have comments, please make them very softly, limiting your exclamation points and emoticons as much as you can. My head is sorely tried.
4 comments:
Oh, poor SD. Drink some warm milk, and watch a nice movie. All will be well in the morning.
Well, as Roseanne Roseannadanna says, it's always something. Maybe the Universe seeing you with the RFOS, is even at this moment deciding to spare you something even more disruptive...
Trying very hard to make this comment quiet and quell my helpless snorts of laughter at the hilarity of your post.
*Whispers* oyvavoy, you poor thing. Reminds me of a poem by P. Larkin only his was abt Mom and Dad. I'll let you rest now. *Waves goodbye gently* *Exits*
Thank you, my dear friends, for your sympathy. I've pretty much recovered now, ready to rebuild my strength for their promised next visit during the Chanukah school break. I think I'll have a party when they come, to dilute their effect. It's about time my friends suffered with me. Hurray for holidays! We'll console ourselves with latkes.
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