Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Well, it's Monday and . . .

Ohhhh . . . Sighhhhhh. Instead of getting myself back onto a normal sleep schedule, I'm becoming more nocturnal than ever. Of course it seems my life is becoming more off balance by the day. A couple of days ago, I was praying for the weekend to end, and for Monday to arrive. (what a fool I am!)

As I laid my head on the pillow last night, at 5AM, the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. Just as I was dozing off, Roy's alarm went off; Twenty minutes later, His cell phone rang. I could tell by his tone and responses that he was talking to Nick. Half mumbling, I ask Roy what Nick wanted. He said that Nick was on his way over and that he wanted to talk. I remember thinking that I should get up and find out what was going on, but Pete was sleeping on my feet, and my toes felt so nice and warm . . . The next thing I remember, Nick was kissing me on the cheek and telling me that Dad had told him that he and Jennifer could move back home, and he needed to talk to me about some details. That woke my ass up. I rolled over to see that it was Noon. I threw on my clothes and went to the kitchen to find my morning can of Diet coke.

I suspect that Jennifer pushed this plan. Apparently, Nick has had zero success at staying sober at his apartment. Jennifer seems to like it at our house, and I think that Nick's room mate has made her feel somewhat unwelcome at the apartment, She probably figures that between the three of us, we would have a better chance of keeping Nick sober. I suspect that Nick will make us all crazy and do what he wants regardless. If Nick is serious about getting sober, he needs to spend a month or two in detox. But he doesn't think that is an option with his broken jaw. I think, he's more worried about having to give up his pain pills. (which he is absolutely abusing) And Jennifer is worried that Nick will find someone else if he is out of her sight for more than an hour or two.

Anyway, He knows that the house rules still apply. He says no problemo, but I know better. I still have hope. I'd love nothing more than for this to work, but I don't think he's desperate enough to make it happen. His brain is so full of pain killers, he thinks he can do anything. He's going to be one cranky, desperate, addict when the doctor cuts him off.

I'm trying not to think about that right now. Instead, I've been trying to think about this years' Halloween. Heather has mentioned that she would like to do a vampire theme this year. I'm trying to figure out what I can do with that. If Nick is still here, I might not have as much space in the garage because, I'll probably be storing some of his stuff - and mine. I'm sort of hoping that the weather will be nice and I can use the front half of the garage and extend it out into the drive way. I'll probably keep the cemetery in the yard and see what I can add to it. I don't know, I'm just rambling. I need to get to bed.

Good night.

2 howled back:

Anonymous said...

OH you really are going to have a full house :) I am fingers crossing that it works out ok and that nick behaves himself for everyone.

Hey I've never been able to stay awake all night unless I've been out at a club plastered on vodka (and that was about fifteen years ago!)
Sometimes I think it might be nice though...just spending time on your own in the dark and quiet..pottering around.

I really have to send Emma-kate over to your house to have Halloween parties because she loves nothing more than all of that stuff but over in Australia we just don't do Halloween like you Americans do it (and you Foley's!!)

Anyway, have a good sleep, whichever time you go to bed. :)
love me xx

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

I hope you got OK sleep, Susan.