Okay...this is too much.  The dog is barfing all over the house!  After the first barf-fest, hubby went off to bed...daughter too.  They left me to clean up all the dog barf by myself.  I made turkey soup earlier and picked off some scraps for our little dog...she loves that.  For some reason, it didn't agree with her tonight.  Too fatty maybe?  I scooped  
 the fat and loose bits off the top of our soup to give to the dog and she really enjoyed it...and since I hadn't added the cabbage yet I don't know what I did wrong.  We ate up all our soup...really tasty...we're not sick...and don't get what's up with the dog. 

The gag factor is at its peak right now.  I won't go into details, but you can imagine.  I tried to go into my serene place in my mind as I scooped. It's after midnight and I'm still washing floors...such a bummer.  Have to give the dog credit though...she cleaned up one of the barfs herself...just trying to help I guess.  My stomach is just ROILING now.  Gotta go.

Hello Bloggers...

I don't know.... Is there any point in complaining?  I nearly had a heart attack this past weekend because of my wayward teen daughter.  I'm sure many of you out there can relate.  They make your life a roller coater ride.  Frankly, I'm too tired out for all that drama.  My energy is worn down to a nub because of everything that is going on...not just with my teen or my Mother's Alzheimer's, but lots of stuff that has to do with ongoing renovations and the usual daily grind.  AAArrrGGGhhhh!  I feel like I'm going MENTAL here!  Guess I need a vacation.

Anyway...teen daughter went with her bf and others to a concert downtown.  Prior to leaving, they had a few shots of vodka at bf's house...probably stolen from a parent (ooops...let me go check...hmmm...bottle still there, but empty. Damn!) My teen daughter is allergic to booze, not to mention the potatoes the vodka is made from, and she had a bad reaction and collapsed while lined up to get into the concert.  Bf had to call an ambulance.  Meanwhile, I was in Muskoka with my parents.  Hubby called me up there to tell me 'some boy' called to say our teen was in the hospital.  He didn't know which one, he didn't know WHY she was in the hospital, he didn't have a clue who had called.  He did get a phone number, but it was my teen's cell number which HE DID NOT REALIZE!  He's TERRIBLE in an emergency.  I wanted to hop in the car and drive down to the city...but didn't have a DESTINATION.  I called highway patrol who patched me through to city police who gave me the number for the EMS.  Called EMS and they wouldn't give me any info for reasons of CONFIDENTIALITY.  So, I asked for the supervisor...being a Mom herself, she told me what happened and where to go.  Jumped in the car and took off for the city.  Teen daughter's bf's father was there, hubby was there. 

I made small talk with daughter's bf's father for HOURS.  Explained about her allergies, but she KNEW she was allergic...so EMBARASSING!  I can only imagine what he was thinking...my DRUNK daughter was corrupting his handsome, talented son.  Anyway, the bf was unaware of my teen's allergy to booze and told me he would make sure this never happened again.  To his credit, he never left her side from the moment she collapsed...about 9 hours (plus another friend...a girl, stayed with her until her Dad came to pick her up in the middle of the night...yes, I had to talk to him too.  Wanted the sidewalk to open up and swallow me).  Lots of young guys wouldn't know what to do in this situation...might have propped her up against  
 a wall and gone into the concert hall with the rest of the group. 

Wayward teen daughter was finally released from hospital.  I didn't get mad...that's our deal, so she'll call me to pick her up anytime, anywhere to be safe...but the next morning, Sunday, I had a talk with her.  Hope this never happens again.  I'm getting too old for this nonsense and it deflates me...saps my strength for days because of the stress.  To top it all off, she's been really pissy with me tonight, after she'd finished eating the food I made for her, of course.  Guess there is a reason young people want to leave home at some point...guess there is also a reason why we let them go.