A First - Sasha Meets the Babysitter
This week was the official start of Boy Scout season. We started with a district kick-off where 100+ folks came by to see how we can help their units be successful this year. Thinking this would be far too many people to meet Sasha in one sitting, we enlisted the help of a young collegiate who is the daughter of a dear friend that I've met through scouts (besides Chris being terminally 'cool' she has a vast amount of parental knowledge having raised four amazing children). He only momentarily melted down when he figured out we'd left. Jacquie was able to show him that she had snacks and ice so all was right with the world again.
Nathan had a business trip to Seattle. On Tuesday, I had a membership team thank you event to attend at Ravinia (very cool, outdoor arena north of Chicago). It was a perfect night to hear Buddy Guy and the Robert Cray Band. Sasha got another chance to hang with Jacquie. When Jacquie arrived, he immediately figured that this must mean that Mama wasn't long for the house and started crying. After I left he quickly quieted down, realizing that Jacquie still knew where the food was and had easy access to unlimited ice cubes.
Earlier in the week, my grandmother who is 82 collapsed early in the week and was admitted to a hospital in Houston (she had been staying with my mom recovering from a fall associated with high blood pressure in her home in Milton, Florida). Unfortunately, they discovered that her heart wasn't regulating correctly and that a pacemaker was needed. She had surgery on Thursday and was released on Friday (isn't it incredible how fast people seem to recover these days with current medical procedures no matter what kind of thing is being corrected?? Wow.). During her collapse, she fractured a bone in her foot and did some soft tissue damage. So, she's now staying with my Mom, using a walker and has a boot on her foot while she heals from her pacemaker installation.
After speaking with my Mom for the fourth time since the collapse, it sounded like she was losing her mind (and not a slow loss but a quick rapid departure into insanity). Nathan and I decided that I should go down to help. We debated about various options including having our other parents come and take care of Sasha while Nathan was at work. However, my father made it very clear, he needed to spend time with his grandson. So, Sasha and I will be traveling to Houston on Tuesday (Yes, I know I said that he'd be 18 before I rode on an airplane again and I didn't mean 18 months!). I must admit to being petrified. While many of you may think I'm so outgoing, I have little interest in drawing attention to myself. And, drawing attention to myself because I have to apologize to all the Continental Business First passengers for my son's bad behavior, is not my idea of a good time. I have no interest in spending the longest two hours and ten minutes (not including the infinite wait in O'Hare for our flight to depart) of my life on an airplane with a wailing, inconsolable toddler. Do I sound emotionally distraught about my first plane trip alone with him? It's because I am! Even my mother shuddered thinking about another ride with him. Yes, he's only a couple feet tall but he strikes fear in our hearts. Those of you who've met him on 'charming days', let me assure you that it's not always like that. I'm sure there's about two hundred passengers from Polish LOT that would love to fill you in on Sasha's other side.
Nathan had a business trip to Seattle. On Tuesday, I had a membership team thank you event to attend at Ravinia (very cool, outdoor arena north of Chicago). It was a perfect night to hear Buddy Guy and the Robert Cray Band. Sasha got another chance to hang with Jacquie. When Jacquie arrived, he immediately figured that this must mean that Mama wasn't long for the house and started crying. After I left he quickly quieted down, realizing that Jacquie still knew where the food was and had easy access to unlimited ice cubes.
Earlier in the week, my grandmother who is 82 collapsed early in the week and was admitted to a hospital in Houston (she had been staying with my mom recovering from a fall associated with high blood pressure in her home in Milton, Florida). Unfortunately, they discovered that her heart wasn't regulating correctly and that a pacemaker was needed. She had surgery on Thursday and was released on Friday (isn't it incredible how fast people seem to recover these days with current medical procedures no matter what kind of thing is being corrected?? Wow.). During her collapse, she fractured a bone in her foot and did some soft tissue damage. So, she's now staying with my Mom, using a walker and has a boot on her foot while she heals from her pacemaker installation.
After speaking with my Mom for the fourth time since the collapse, it sounded like she was losing her mind (and not a slow loss but a quick rapid departure into insanity). Nathan and I decided that I should go down to help. We debated about various options including having our other parents come and take care of Sasha while Nathan was at work. However, my father made it very clear, he needed to spend time with his grandson. So, Sasha and I will be traveling to Houston on Tuesday (Yes, I know I said that he'd be 18 before I rode on an airplane again and I didn't mean 18 months!). I must admit to being petrified. While many of you may think I'm so outgoing, I have little interest in drawing attention to myself. And, drawing attention to myself because I have to apologize to all the Continental Business First passengers for my son's bad behavior, is not my idea of a good time. I have no interest in spending the longest two hours and ten minutes (not including the infinite wait in O'Hare for our flight to depart) of my life on an airplane with a wailing, inconsolable toddler. Do I sound emotionally distraught about my first plane trip alone with him? It's because I am! Even my mother shuddered thinking about another ride with him. Yes, he's only a couple feet tall but he strikes fear in our hearts. Those of you who've met him on 'charming days', let me assure you that it's not always like that. I'm sure there's about two hundred passengers from Polish LOT that would love to fill you in on Sasha's other side.
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