Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Returning to Normal (Sort of)

As my life returns to normal--sort of--I feel relieved and even content. Normal, of course, for me is living with my in-laws (Still!) and working two jobs while my husband finishes college, which might be this December!! At least that's my normal for the last couple of years. And before that...well, let's not go there.

The last few months have been a pressure-cooker/roller coaster. At my primary job, I was covering for the superintendent's assistant during her recuperation from back surgery. Doing her job and mine, and doing neither one well. (In my opinion. My supervisors were very encouraging.) This co-worker is finally back at work, although right now just four hours a day. So, now I can work on getting some things caught up in my own office that were seriously behind. I feel like my stepping in when she was out will give me an edge for that position when she retires--which could be at any moment, she is 73 years old!

And my father-in-law, who you may remember was diagnosed with prostate cancer just before Christmas, had his surgery right after the New Year started. The pathology report indicated that the cancer hadn't spread anywhere else. Hooray! However, he is in the hospital right now with some digestive issues that may be related to his surgery, but they aren't talking another surgery right at the moment. *Fingers crossed on both hands*

Daughter is doing so great, right now. Enjoying all her classes, and being involved with things outside her classes and apartment.

Sister-in-law, whose son is in the custody of my in-laws, is still a flaked-out, drug addicted, alcoholic mess. From time to time, she talks about getting a place so she can work on getting custody of her son, but she doesn't DO anything about it, like get a job. *Sigh* I almost wish she could have the "hit rock bottom" exerience my husband (her brother) did. When he was faced with 5-10 years (or more) imprisonment--it was the catalyst for change in our lives. He spent a month in a residential treatment facility, then almost 1 1/2 years in outpatient counseling to get where he is right now. It saved his life, I am quite sure, and I think that is what it is going to take to save hers. She is drifting, literally. Her "home" is a camper trailer parked in a mobile home park somewhere in Jasper, TX. She leaves her live-in boyfriend/ex-husband every so often and makes the rounds. She'll come here for an afternoon, then spend the next few days/weeks visiting this male friend or the other. Then she'll go back to Jasper for awhile. So very sad.

But, right now, I am feeling better than I have in a long while.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

She NEEDS to hit rock-bottom. I just hope she doesn't lose it all on the fall down...