One of those days........

Where it started out fine, I was feeling fine. The boys were getting along (go figure) and the daughter went back to school (she had a long weekend due to exams.)

I got a phone call from the District Nurse asking me, for the bazillion time, how is Sam? Sam is the same, we go to the doctor tomorrow and we will see where we go from there. She (the stupid nurse) thinks that Sam is depressed. He's not, trust me, he's not. I'm not sure what to do for him at the moment, thus the doctor appointment tomorrow.

Then I got an unexpected phone call from my cousin, Carol in Minnesota. We chatted for about an hour about her family and mine and what has been going on within our families and so on. It was so nice to talk to her. Will have to visit sometime.

Now I feel like crap. I think I have, yet another, skin infection. I'm grouchy, crabby, tired and so on. I think I need to make a doctor's appointment for me tomorrow morning. UGH!! I am not happy (even though I should be because the Packers are going to the Superbowl...had to plug that in somewhere..)

There is more family drama that I just don't want to be a part of. It just seems like my Dad's side of the family is strange, weird, dysfunctional?? . I dunno.. I just don't want to be a part of that drama. I have enough going on here as it is.

On the UP side, DH told me that there is a bunch of work coming into the company he works for and he should be REALLY busy soon. At least that's a positive thing. Looking for the BRIGHT side of things.

I'm going to run and take some Advil and crawl into bed.
Hugs
Kelly

Family........

There has been some family drama on Facebook over the last 24 hours or so and it got me thinking about what does a family mean to me.

Family in the eyes of my 13 year old consists of Mom, Dad, Brothers and Sisters. Typical family set up, right?

Family in MY eyes consists of those who mean something special to me. The obvious would be my Dad and Mom. For the longest time I thought I was an "only" child. So there was only 3 of us. Nice little family. When I was about 15'ish I discovered that I have a half-brother and half-sister. We really didn't get along for various reasons.

Since my dad passed away I have re-discovered a relationship with my half -sister Roberta. It's been wonderful getting to know her and realizing that we do have so much in common. And, in reality, I always wanted a big sister. :) My mom is encouraging this relationship as she thinks it's a good idea. Rick, the half-brother, told me yesterday that because I'm a HALF-sister, my opinions and feelings basically don't count in this family.

Boy did those words hurt. They hurt Roberta as well. Those words should have never been uttered. He has no heart or feelings at all and it makes me wonder what in the world did I do to deserve those comments. Maybe I'll never know, but I know now that he is no longer part of my life (and frankly, never was) and I should have listened to my "gut" and to my Dad.

Family also means (to me) the online friends that I have gained over the years. Some are my age and some are younger and some are older and that's fine. I ask for advice and get it from them. They mean the world to me and I'm forever grateful for them.

I don't have friends in the city I live in, I'm not sure why, but I don't. The people I thought were my friends, turns out, they are not. And someone who I was "good" friends with for a number of years, turned her back on me and told lies about me. Nice huh? So maybe I'm a little leary about making friends, who knows.

What does Family mean to you?