Help I think I do need the paramedics.

God I am so exhausted I think I do need the paramedics. Dial fast kitty. hehehehe

Friday I agree'd to help a friend (the one who's dad killed himself before thanksgiving) and I watched her kids while she met with accountants and lawyers and assessors. uggghhhh Lets just say she has made her kids very needy of her. That their father or his parents can't even take them without the youngest (2) screaming bloody murder after a few minutes. I had them for a bit over two hours. Luckily they didn't scream at all, but we took the tour. We went to see Gigantor in the trash truck, and follow him around and watch him dumb dumpsters. Then I got them milkshakes. Went by Kiddo's school, the airport, the horse corrals (drove real slow looking at horses), out by the lake, out to Gigantors work, back to the airport, then finally she was done.

Friday afternoon/night my avon came in and we at least got it pulled and set up to do.

Saturday morning, Gigantor worked for a few, came home and got us, and we went up to mom's old place. Gigantor started pulling stuff out of the house, and I sat and wrote up my avon receipts and stamped books and stuff. Then I started going through the stuff. Friend from out of town called, wanted us to go over for lunch. Went and ate some lunch, Gigantor had to go back to work.

We went home till Gigantor got off, then back up to the other house. Finished going through a bunch of stuff. We then got Captain Daddy and went over to Uncle and Aunts house. My cousin and her husband were in town so we were having dinner.

The cousins/nephews up the street (gigantors parents live up the street from my aunt and uncle) were in this little park next to Uncles house and so Kiddo went over and played with them for quite a while.

We stayed after dinner and played Mexican Train. Then got home at like 11. Gosh I was tired.

Got up early on Sunday, finished all the avon and did some dishes. Then back up to mom's place. Finished cleaning out her house and going through stuff. Gigantors parent came over, loaded the last load of yardsale stuff, then went in to help Gigantor pick up some of the trash.

Here is where it got hard. I have sat outside and gone through stuff. I have NOT stepped foot in that house since my mom died. I didn't' want too, I didn't need to, I just didn't. Well they really needed me in there at the end. I had already been emotional for a good week or so, then seeing the curtains come down, I was getting more so.

So...I sucked it up and I went in the house, and I found some old stuff (things with memories) that he had forgot to bring out and was going to throw away. Then I stood there looking around, and then I bee lined out of the house. Later at home I broke down and cried pretty hard. I'm doing it now matter of fact. I grew up in that home. Every time you walk in you expected mom or the dogs on the couch and the t.v. on. I had never seen it so...empty, so very... dead I guess I would say. It was a bit more than I wanted to take or could handle.

Later Gigantors mom and sister were wondering what was wrong cuz I got so distant after I beat a trail out of the house. Gigantor goes, you don't understand, that's the first time since her mom died that she has been in that house. They then said they were so proud of me, how well I did it, cuz they didn't realize.

Anyhow, besides all that, we ran to the grocery store and storage shed, and still had to make dinner. Wow....what a busy ass weekend.

I got some questions from Miss Ann I need to answer and post on my blog. I'm gonna try to get to them this week.

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, and have a great Monday!!!!