First, I want to extend my deepest sympathies for Eileen today. She has just suffered an unbelievable loss. Please head on over to her blog and lend her a shoulder to cry on.
My temp was 98.1 this morning. I think it's the beginning of the end of my 2ww. Yes, I was excited for it to be here. And now, I'm sad to see it fading in the distance. I know that I haven't officially dropped below the coverline yet, but I feel like tomorrow morning will be the morning. I'm going to try not to let it get me down. Especially since tomorrow is BJ's birthday. The day will be bad enough as we have a viewing to go to that I will explain a little below.
I took off work tomorrow and Friday because we usually go away for his birthday. Even if it's just to Ocean City or Atlantic City. Not this year. We are saving our money. He has decided to take off Friday anyway and we will just spend the day together. I plan on baking an apple pie for him tomorrow. I've made 2 or 3 over the years and they have turned out pretty good. Betty Crocker I am not so this is a feat to say the least. He's not big on cake but he loves apple pie. We will be going to Outback for dinner Friday with his sister and her family. I'm really looking forward to it. I like family things. The period will probably be here Friday or Saturday but like I said, I'm going to try not to let it get me down. I know it's coming so it's no big shocker. She shows up every month like the electric bill.
The viewing we have tomorrow evening (the reason we are not doing dinner with the family tomorrow) is for BJ's boss's son. He OD'd on heroine and was found Saturday morning. He has had his battles with drugs, been in and out of rehab, in trouble with the law. The boss did what he could to help, even went as far as giving up his own addictions/habits in an effort to help his youngest son. He was only 23 or 24. I met him a couple of times. He was a very nice guy. But he had his demons. Now he's gone. It's so very sad. I feel so bad for his family. I know quite a few of them and this has hit them hard. I know their pain of losing a sibling all too well. Christopher is not the only brother I have lost. That's not what this post is about. That's for another day. This ordeal with the boss's son fills me with fear. I fear the Little Guy's future. I'm so afraid for what he will encounter growing up. I tell him how bad drugs are and make him promise to never do them. But he's 8...he has no idea what I'm talking about. I know it's good to start talking to them young but it feels "dirty" sometimes. He has a heart condition that has been corrected and we tell him that drugs will be too much for his heart to handle. I'm hoping that we scare him. I know that's terrible, but as a (step) parent, I want him to have that fear...if he's afraid, then maybe he will never try drugs. I'm a good example for him...I've never done any drugs. I'm hoping that he will take after my example and steer clear of them. We have a long road ahead of us.
In other news....our house has been delayed about 3 days. Apparently the inspector was extremely picky about the foundation and our contractor gave him a piece of his mind which in turn caused the inspector to drag his feet. Gotta love a power struggle. So now the framing is set to begin on Tuesday of next week. I should have pictures Wednesday! The contractor said that he'd have a double crew out there if it looked like they were getting too far off schedule. That's nice to hear. What's not nice to hear is the weather report for the next couple of days....rain. Blah. I will just keep rolling right along.