We don't know where Curly is. He says (via text message, on a phone we don't control) that he's staying with someone from another church, but no one I've talked to over there knows anything about him. I'm not sleeping well as a result. I try not to let it bother me, but I'm his mother - I really worry.
I just canceled his appointment with his psychiatrist for this afternoon, and left a message telling the doctor he had run off and was off his meds.
Text messages between me and Curly:
Me: Who r u staying with*sigh*
Curly: Im in russia
In other news, it's now quiet and MUCH tidier chez Crazy. (Curly makes most of the mess.) Next week is spring break for Moe (and Curly), and I'm taking a couple of days off too. My plans are two-fold. My first priority is sleep, rest, and unwind. Second is to clean up the horrid mess in Curly's room and move his belongings out of it and into a smaller bedroom. I'd like to do something with Moe too - maybe we'll go into Atlanta.
I had originally hoped to go spend some time up in the mountains at Mom's place. But that was derailed when I found Mom was leaving today to visit my brother and see the new grandchild get baptized. Which is great, and I'm glad she can go. Unfortunately, I heard how long she's going - three weeks this time. (She stayed 5 weeks when the baby was born.) I can count on one hand the number of nights Mom has spent under my roof since I moved out from under hers. She visits all of my sibs frequently - but not me. Even when Moe was born, and I has 2 other kids and a c-section to recover from, she stayed an hour away at my sister's house.
The green monster of jealousy comes out when I hear about Mom visitng a sibling of mine yet again. I don't begrudge my siblings. After all, my brother has a perfect right to have his mother there when his only child is baptized - and she should be there. I shouldn't be jealous, but I am. I get very upset about this. It shouldn't bother me - after all, I'm 52 and a grown woman with my own family, and I shouldn't get caught up in stupid petty things like why does my mother treat me like some worthless
Now I'm going to wipe my face and pull up my big-girl panties and go on. I am, after all, a genuine grown up.
And Spring is out in force.
Now I need to go get Easter stuff . I've promised Larry to get him a copy of The Fabulous Mr. Fox, and I'm a woman of my word.