MIL has been hospitalized for the foreseeable future with dementia. New Doctor is trying to gently suggest that it's degenerative, that this is just the beginning of the end. Everyone else is maintaining an appropriate "wait-and-see" attitude. Urban Dad is the go-to guy on several things, as he is now Medical Power of Attorney. MIL's lawyer is Financial Power of Attorney. Between the two of them, they've managed to carve BIL#1 out of the financial picture as much as possible -- checking account is on lockdown except for MIL's bookkeeper, credit cards are cancelled, mail is forwarded, etc. And BIL #1 made a great big freak of himself at MIL's care facility, so they've banned his presence, both in person and over the phone. And they're sharp enough to know that the guy claiming to be Urban Dad as he tries to call his mom 6x/day is not actually Urban Dad.
After the week that led to MIL's hospitalization, the phone calls, legalities, questions, details, and finally, the running out of our 500 monthly cell minutes (we never come even close to that before!), I quietly told Urban Dad one night, "y'know what? I'm proud of how you've handled everyone and everything. You've been absolutely amazing though all of this." This got me a look in the eyes and the response, "You know that this ride is only getting started, right? That this is only the beginning of a long, crazy time, right?" I know he's right, but it's what you get when the world at large recognizes you as the 180-degree polar opposite of your lunatic brother who attempts to jack-up every single movement that the normal, hard-working people around MI try to do. (yeah, it was a long sentence. i waved my hands around and yelled a lot in my head while writing it, too!)
And BTW, Urban Dad has been right. Oh-so-freakin'-freak-show-right.
Urban Kid 2 is starting to read. And she's reading her first sentences. And she wants to do it. And wow, she is SO freakin' proud of herself. Care to guess what she's using?
Oh, and I bought a wireless router! Then I returned it. Stupid weak router that's strong enough to cover Best Namma Ever!'s entire ranch-style house, but is not strong enough to get a signal out of the concrete bunker that our downstairs level seems to be. I'm at the gym right now on my little netbook friend, but will soon be back on BestBuy.com figuring out just how much I want to spend on a router. Luckily, Urban Dad has a birthday approaching. And while he has never actually touched the netbook, he has kindly suggested that he would like a router for his birthday. Is he the sweetest thing ever???
Ok, gotta run.