How am I supposed to get anything done if my son is home for two weeks straight and we have no spring break family vacations planned. Do people really take spring breaks? I mean after college?
Spring break was timed near Easter this year (which is the first time Easter has been this early since the 1800s, and won’t be this early again for something like 230 more years) but nowhere near Pesach which isn’t until April.
I am exhausted just thinking about this week. I am still having a little trouble getting Jake’s aide to be timely. I don’t know that she realizes that while I can’t “write her up”, I can look for a new aide. She is good with Jake, but waiting for help to arrive is really not helpful. She has spring break right now too, and I cannot quite understand why someone who needs to earn extra money wouldn’t be jumping at the chance to work full-time for a week either. I mean it is not always an easy thing to care for Jake, but when I was younger I jumped at any chance I had to pay off my student loans, buy a round of beer or a new skirt from Gap. Just a different mind-set I suppose. If she can be on time for the next two weeks we will be okay, but I am now trying to figure out if she is the right person to be Jake’s aide this summer. I hate looking for the right aide for Jake, for our family…
One summer we had Miss Emily help with Jake. She has a brother with special needs, so she just wasn’t afraid of Jake, at all. I bought season passes to Great America, and after going with the two of them a few times I realized that she was perfectly capable of taking him by herself. They even went to the water park (she was a certified lifeguard too). I would love it if Miss Emily could come back, but alas, she is a little smarty pants and has taken her little Valedictorian self off to college, and spends the summer doing things like going to Morocco as an exchange student.
Jake was littler then. And he is only going to get bigger, and bigger. I am going to try to go to the Y after Descartes gets home from work this week. My back is wrenched again. Something down near my sacrum… in fact after a little research just now it looks like it is more like an inflammation of my sacroilic joint . Fanfkngtastic!
Shite I am falling apart. I keep asking my mom, Gloria..”At what age, precisely, did you begin to fall apart?” and she always tells me that we are different people blah blah.. but now I am guessing it was 36 years, 2 months. Descartes says my warranty must have just run out and that’s why everything keeps breaking, ’cause isn’t that how it always works in our life?
In other news we were in Tahoe for Easter, where Demanda and Jaster made yummy quiche and my sistow made home made cinnamon rolls that she let rise three times. She also made Easter baskets and made sure her little boys had matching outfits and precious white lace up shoes… so pretty much she is amazing. The church was packed this morning too, and there were a lot of new faces, which is always a good thing. Lots of babies and young families.
OH… and at the last minute, our younger brother Albert showed up with his new girlfriend. Three out of the four of us kids ended up together for a weekend… doesn’t happen very often. They were both very sweet with all seventeen thousand kids (are there really only four of them?), and they showed us their very cool shoes…Fluevogs… which is apparently what I might have thought about purchasing if I was young and had disposable income. Albert’s shoes are very cool, but I can’t imagine Descartes ever wearing them.. and I also can’t imagine them ever being made in a size 16! Al’s girlfriend bought these .
I would buy these for me and these for Descartes just in case the Easter Bunny is still making deliveries this evening.
Christos anesti.
