Take a picture of something not family-related and write a haiku about it, AND a pet peeve. I give you a picture of my coffee station.
Pet Peeve
Notice the spoon rest
Then the spoon on a napkin
Sugar everywhere
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Ellie and I have had a pretty fantastic week, except for yesterday. I had one very cranky girl on my hands from wakeup to nigh-nigh. Knock on wood, it doesn't look like we're going to have a repeat performance today. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were incredible. She didn't have one tantrum the entire time. We had a blast. We even took our first trip to the movie theatre on Tuesday morning for the free showing of Horton Hears a Who. First, the movie was excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Second, Ellie did REALLY well. She was fascinated by the "Big TV" the first hour, then got a little antsy the last 1/2 hour. Completely understandable.
Today we're hoping to catch storytime at the Library. Ellie likes that. Teri takes her once a week. Let's hope it's a good story:)
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Last, a little news. Some very unexpected news.
We didn't mention it to anyone while buying the house, but Harry's dad lived on this street. This is the dad that even after the paternity test denied that Harry was his. He never had anything to do with Harry, which is just sad. It's your kid, for Christ's sake.
We actually didn't even know if he still lived on the street. I told Harry to casually ask one of our neighbors if they knew Gus. He didn't have to mention that Gus was his dad; all he had to say was that his mom knew him a long time ago.
I seriously expected to run into the douche one day while Ellie and I took a walk or something. I'd have a thing or three to say to him.
On Wednesday, Harry finally got around to asking our neighbor, Maryanne, if she knew Gus. Sure she did. He had sold the house a few years ago and moved. Well, that settles that.
Only there was more. Come to find out that Gus actually passed away a couple of years ago.
That was a bit of a shocker. We had never actually entertained the thought since Gus would only be in his late 50s, early 60s.
It took Harry back, like I knew it would. He's always said that it wouldn't bother him, when he found out his father had passed, but I knew better. Harry's extremely caring and loving, moved when he hears a complete stranger has been hurt, is sick, or has died. Of course hearing about his father passing was going to affect him.
He spent all day yesterday thinking about it. He can't get it out of his head. I know he wants to try to contact his sisters again, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea. He had gotten in touch with them about 10-15 years ago, and they welcomed him into their lives. Then one day, they just cut off all contact. He tried to call and stop by, but nothing. He hasn't seen them since. He figured his dad had something to do with it, but we just don't know. I just don't want to see him get hurt yet again.
Sigh.
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