Living at my parents house is just about as difficult as it was when I was in high school. My step father still complains about every little thing, especially our use of the internet seeing as it ties up his business phone line, mind you which hardly ever rings with business calls, BUT, we dont get to get online often. This will hopefully change on Wed when we get our on phone line turned on. Whenever we dont pick up every little crumb when cooking dinner we hear about it too. There are good days and there are bad, today luckily was a good day. Yet I am sitting at the library using the internet to keep from causing more problems.
Going back in time, a week ago today I was sitting at home alone with the baby completely depressed. Dean was stuck in D.C. because the train that he took to work was shut donw due to the tragedy at the Pentagon and fear of further attacks. He spent that night at the hotel with his co-worker. His second day in work, our 5th day back in MD. and they declare it a state of emergency and shut down all modes of transportation in our area. For the next day or two Dean’s work gets evacuated for possible bomb threats. To say the least last week was quite stressful. But to be more detailed, this is how Tuesday went for me: I awake to the phone ringing, Dean calling at 8:20 to let me know he arrived in D.C. and was on his way to work. I go back to bed. Awaken again around 9:00, my mom calling to see if the baby and I were ok, yeah sure, we’re fine. Back to bed. Shortly thereafter the phone rings again, my brother. Frantically asking where my husband was. At work , of course. He said arent you watching tv, NO, you woke me up. I turn on the tv and listen to my brother tell me the news as well. I burst into tears and tell him I need to call Dean. No use, all cell phones arent working and of course it’s only his second day at work so I dont have a phone number to call and reach him at. Instead I call mom and tell her I know, she is mad that my brother called, she was going to come home from lunch early and tell me , knowing I wouldnt have just turned on the tv without being told to. We both cry and she tells me to keep trying to reach Dean. I eventually call my friend Stacey who promptly comes over to be with me while I wait for news about my husband. We wait for hours, sitting glued to the television set, with Caleb going between bouts of crying and then other times he just laid and talked back to the tv newscasters.. Looking back he was quite fussy that day, and I knew then that he was probally crying because I was so often. When he wasnt crying he stayed as focused on the tv as we were.
Dean eventually gets through, as worried about me as I had been about him, apparently the phone lines were so jammed he couldnt reach me. We debated whether or not he should try to get out of DC or just stay, since he’d have to work the next day, or so we hoped. All day, when we could reach other by phone we argued about it, I just wanted him to be safe and out of DC. Alas he never made it home until 2:00 on Wednesday, but I can at least say he did make it home.
At first I worried whether Dean would even have a job but looks like the Senate is determined to keep working, so so will Dean. Which is a good thing for us, seeing as we do need some money.
well I should be going, I have so much more to say about last weeks events and even todays, but I am getting weary. Emotionally drained. As if having a baby , moving, and getting resettled arent enough..looks like it’s just going to be one of those month(s)…….later…….
