You take the good you take the bad...I’m needing more good

Turns out that nasty looking twisted metal was a brake dust shield and it does not need to be replaced. Our mechanic made sure he removed it entirely.

The power steering leak was because a clamp broke. So our mechanic just to replaced the clamp.

Total cost $ 0.00. My spouse asked why, because he obviously did work on the car. He replied “Can’t I do something nice?” I’ll be looking for a way to pay it forward. 

We recommend him to all our peeps in the area.

Some bad news though. We’ve been putting off replacing the drivetrain, because of the cost. Turns out there will be no long car trips in our future. We need to replace it soon. The parts are hard to come by, I had him search last year and the couple that he ordered arrived damaged. So it looks like we will have another BIG car expense in March. 

My daughter will have to reschedule her far away doctor appointment. The “referral department” didn’t process the referral, so now they will have plenty of time. I was going to spend tomorrow on the phone trying to get it taken care of, but now I don’t need to. I can continue working on our taxes. I’m in far enough that I usually have a good feeling about the end result. Yesterday I wanted to 🤮! No joke. I’m hoping as I dig further in I will find a silver lining. I did a quick and dirty (accounting speak) calculation on the IRS website, thinking I entered something wrong, or there was a glitch. Nope.

My daughter wanted to rent a car like we did for her last appointment at this doctor. My car was IN the shop then, and there was some other reason we had to have a car. I laughed. I tried to stifle it, but part of it came out. She really has no concept of how much things cost.

Found out some other bad news too.

I really need to catch a break. I need to find some fun, some joy.

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Good news and bad news...

The good news...it was a fairly good weekend. On a scale of 1-10, I’d give it 7.5. My daughter really made an effort. It took a lot of coaching, not gonna lie, it was a bit exhausting.

Coming home from the Jewel I heard a weird metal dragging noise from the rear on my SUV. Got home and had my spouse look under it, because I can’t bend, and had my son take a photo. 

That’s something rusted and broken off the driver’s rear brake. Now we have zero cars in the middle of bum forking Egypt. Might as well be. There is no bus service. It’s only been a couple of hours since this discovery, but I already feel like a rat trapped in a cage.

My daughter has a doctor appointment in Chicago on Monday. That’s not happening. Unless we win the Lucky Day...

My spouse seems to think when this happened to the front driver’s side it cost ONLY $130. That’s great! I paid all the bills, so my bank balances are a joke. And I made the forking car payment on the van that hasn’t moved in 2 years. We have a roof over our heads and utilities, we just can’t leave the house. We have friends telling us to just let the van get repo’d, but I can’t do that. Morally I can’t, and I can’t wreck my credit when it’s been steadily improving.

Now my spouse can’t get to physical therapy this week, or her MRI and mammogram appointments on Thursday. I have doctor appointments and tests all next week too. Gah!

Can we please have 2 months in a row with no bad financial surprises? ...So we can set a little money aside for when things go kaploowie? I would wholeheartedly welcome a good financial surprise!

Last month I looked into donating plasma (the blood kind, not the tv kind, our tv already went kaploowie) but I can’t donate because I use insulin. 

I’m just venting here. If I don’t I’ll explode. 

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Calgon...take me away...

It’s been an awfully long home visit. In fact it seems much longer than that Super Bowl game. I think we had 1 day of abnormal. Meaning everyone got along. Very uncharacteristic of what’s been going on lately. It didn’t last. It was much appreciated, but, sadly didn't last. Going to think on it and see where we went right.

Super Bowl eats were good. Ended up just having apps.

Watching “Russian Dolls” on Netflix. I’m on the last episode of Season 1. I’m going to need to rewatch it. Too many interruptions. Just finished watching “Groundhog Day” before I started binge watching it yesterday. Weird, but interesting. Natasha Lyonne is very good in the lead. Amy Poeler is one of the writers.

https://www.netflix.com/title/80211627

Weird, very loud noise. Explosion-like about half an hour ago. According to the local Facebook pages it’s been heard all over here, edge of Joliet and Mokena and downtown Tinley Park. Really loud. I told my spouse maybe it’s the mothership come to take us home. Ha! 

Long, ugly, exhausting week ahead. All doctor appointments and tests. Please pray I get through them with the outcomes I choose.

Back to the show...

UPDATE:  Where was my brain when I scheduled today’s appointment? Got all the way there and...it’s for March 5th. I have never in my life done that.

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Rough time

Things have gotten worse in terms of my daughter’s behavior. It’s getting to the point that she causes big disruptions when she is on a home visit. That’s an understatement. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried everything I’ve done in the past that has worked, but she’s just not cooperating. Because of all the things going on with the nasty housemate I’m very hesitant to make her stay at the group home on the weekends. If this new person does move in I think the environment will change for the better. I’m praying that is the case. 

She’s just out of control and it makes me wonder how she holds it together at work. She’s constantly refusing, arguing, fighting, yelling at all of us at home. The yelling thing is a two way street, and I’ve talked to my spouse and my son about trying to shut it down rather than things turning into a yelling match, but it’s not working. I really try to maintain my composure and not give in to the cycle of arguing and yelling. I do this by letting my daughter know in advance what is expected of her and what she can expect in terms of her work transportation, activities, chores (minimal), and meals. There are no surprises. She was told Saturday night that snow was in the forecast and she needed to get up at 6:30am and shovel because of her work start time and travel time. She did not get up on time, was continually refusing to go out to shovel, and then was continually refusing to go to work. She was so loud she woke her brother who got up, dressed, and went out to shovel. (Good man!) She never went out to shovel. I lost it and went out and grabbed a shovel. (I have no business doing that, and I spent the rest of the day in bed with ice and on muscle relaxers. I literally pushed the shovel on the porch for less than 2 minutes, got in the car and sat in it while it warmed up.) My spouse and I thought my going outside and threatening to shovel (a bluff) would get her to turn it around and get out and shovel. Nope. On the way to work there were conversations of our expectations for after her shift. She was all agreeable and apologetic. What happened when she got home? More of the same. Before bed Sunday there were conversations of expectations for Monday morning. The same as Sunday. I’m sure the results will be the same, however, I will not even look at a shovel.

Between my health stuff, my spouses knee issues,  finances, things going on with my daughter I’m turning into a hot mess. I’m sleeping even less and my IBS is flaring up. I’m so tired of rehashing everything with my daughter and going over expectations in advance and just having it all go to hell. I keep reminding myself what I tell my kids and my spouse...

Tomorrow is a fresh start. 

An opportunity to get back on track.

I’m talking about my kids here. For them and their illnesses you can’t pile on blame, keep track of the bad behavior, and hold things against them. It’s a slippery slope. When you do that you are at risk of a breakdown. Especially when they are really having a hard time. Some of the time they know they forked up. Others, they are struggling so much they don’t know. They do have to know that tomorrow is a fresh start, a chance to get back on the right track. Or as my Dad used to say “straighten up and fly right”. I’ve been using his line a lot lately. 

You may be thinking, Lola, they are manipulating you and taking advantage of you. That’s not the case. I’ve dealt with her illnesses since 2007, and her brother’s since 2011. I’ve come to recognize the patterns. My daughter is not in a good pattern right now. I think she needs another medication adjustment.

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Money talks

My daughter may be getting a new housemate on the 2nd floor. Hopefully this will deflect the nasty housemate’s attention away from my daughter.

They had the meeting with my daughter, the nasty housemate and their counselors. It was a joke. The chore schedule was rearranged. Which basically means the nasty housemate won’t do those new chores. And the nasty housemate was told when it’s her night to cook she has to cook my daughter’s meal and it has to be compliant with her special diet. My daughter cooks for her all the time, sometimes making 2 different meals, so why can’t she? 

Sooo, I found out why there are never consequences for the nasty housemate and why she is never written up. It all boils down to $$$$$. This is the last place she can go to before having to be institutionalized. She has been to every group home in the area and been kicked out for abusive and violent behavior. It’s unfortunate that institutionalization is the only option left for her, but let’s remember that there are 6 or 7 other women in the group home whose safety and welfare have to be taken into consideration.

And the money is...$20,000 per MONTH that the group home gets from the state for housing the nasty housemate. That is in addition to the money they get from Social Security for the nasty housemate. The group home gets much, much, much less per housemate for the rest of the ladies because their conditions and behavior are not anywhere near as severe. Some of that money is supposed to be spent on overnight staff for the second floor to insure the safety of everyone. Overnight staff on the 2nd floor is extremely rare, and the times there have been staff they were untrained and were found to be sleeping on shift which is not permitted.

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How long do you wait...

To replace a lost item, replace it, then the original turns up in the strangest place?

Without getting all mathematical, the answer is as follows:

The item is lost 2 years. It originally cost $30.00.

The new item was purchased 10 days ago. EXACTLY 10 days ago for $7.00.

The original item turned up today in a plastic shoe keeper under important documents.

What is the item?

An FM Transmitter that plugs into you cigarette lighter so you can play music from your phone via Bluetooth over your vehicle’s car stereo.

It’s replacement cost $7 on clearance at Walmart. Not the same brand, not as fancy, but works just as well. 

It’s been driving me bat crap crazy being stuck in traffic and having to listen to that new kid’s music. Get off my lawn! I’m not in the car often enough to have any of that new stuff light my fancy. I love me some...oldies (it pains me to type that, but that’s what the kids these days are calling 60’s-80’s music). I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE that stuff, and I love playing “Name That Tune” with my son. Some songs it’s just a few notes, I shout out the song and the artist and my son gives me the look. It’s the ‘really Mom? Show off! Like you couldn’t give me a chance, I knew that one!’ look. We laugh. Then I get goofy, sing along, and jam at the red lights. Sure, most times he slinks down in his seat, but if his sister is in the car, we got a duet going on. Especially if it’s Billy Idol’s “Mony Mony”. For some reason my daughter thinks he’s singing ‘naked mall rat, naked mall rat’, instead of “Mony Mony”. Then my son will sing along and jam. OMG! Billy Idol is playing at the Rialto in Joliet. I need to find out if any radio station is giving away tickets!

So now I have 2 fm transmitters. If the van is ever running again my spouse can use the extra.

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What is 1/2 jumping for joy, 1/2 bummed?

Answer: 1/2 jumping for joy is wearing a suit you bought in 2015 and you are wishing for belt loops, and the jacket that was snug buttoned, can now be pulled out more than 3 inches. I knew I lost weight because the doctor’s office scale shows it every visit. And I can no longer wear my jeans because they require a belt and a lot of bunching to not have them fall down. I found 2 pairs of Old Navy Khakis in my closet around Christmas (I had the kids pulling clothes out for me to check sizes). They both require belts. I need to send the kids on another search mission. I went through a stack of gift cards yesterday and checked the balances on the Old Navy cards. Zero on both. ☹️ (Why did I keep them if they were zero?) I hope there is at least 1 pair a size smaller in the closet. I love me some Women’s boot-cut khakis. 

The scale showing you lost weight is one thing, but actually SEEING the clothes falling off? That’s priceless. It’s been over 3 months on a really low carb diet. Not Keto, because that diet is nuts. I really, really miss pasta. I tried frozen zoodles (Green Giant Zucchini Noodles) and I had to spit it out, it was that awful. I was thinking about getting a Spiralizer, but don’t want to waste an Amazon gift card if I hate it. I decided I’d buy some raw zucchini and use my food processor shredder. Not long noodles, call them zoostaccoli-? (About 1+ inch shreds slightly resembling mostaccoli if you squint really hard). I have to remember next time I shop. 

Answer:  1/2 bumming...attorneys suck donkey. Yup, that pretty much describes them.

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