The Crash

I believe Hubs and I are holding steady through the shock of the other grandfather's abrupt change of plans yesterday. My one consolation so far is that I had the foresight to call before I left the farm. I might have gone ballistic if I had driven 3 hours before taking the news face-to-face. The screechy tones in the patriarchal voice were hard enough to take. Face-to-face, I might have remembered that I am younger, bigger, stronger and faster than this jerk-off. Alas, I always seem to remember that part faster than I remember the restraint training. What's natural about restraint when you are pissed?

This very possibility was part of the prepping work Hubs and I did for the job of providing a school semester of primary care for the GKs. Sudden changes of plan are, perhaps, the most established pattern in YS's 6 year marriage. YS had the tendency as a bachelor. As a husband and father it has escalated to epic proportions. The too many times I have been caught waiting in the car with the GKs, it has been Mama who has kept us waiting. Girl howdy, that ritual has been giving me mean-assed flashbacks to my own childhood in the back of a station wagons from the 50's and 60's. Almost as mean as the flashbacks I got from watching my 18 month grandson crying frantically at his mother's morbidly obese knees and/or closed door. No, a child cannot do both at once, but they hit my senses as a deeply connected natural sequence. I've never seen one without the other. Am I delusional to think 6 younger siblings, 3 nieces, several community service rounds and a grandchild give me significant data for observing the connection?

Awaiting updates from CPS and The Patriarch (TP?). . . Not holding our breath. Healing hopes for all. No exceptions.