"So that was my lousy Sunday."

Thu. 7/9/92

[continued from previous post]

     That was probably the beginning of my headache. It certainly wasn't the end of my problems for the day. When we got home I locked my keys in the car. Thank goodness I didn't lock Ez. in the car. I laid the keys down in the back seat when I got her out of her seat and forgot about them til I shut the door & went to get them out of my pocket. I saw Mr. Gibbs was home next door so I went over to see if he might be able to get into the car for me. Another man answered the door & I asked if Mr. Gibbs was in. He said yes & I asked if I could see him & he told me to come in. I told him what happened & he said he didn't think he could but he'd come look. He said he couldn't but maybe the police would come do it. We went back in his house. I asked if I should call 911 or the regular number & he said probably not 911. I was going to ask for the phone book to look it up but he called information to get it then called the police himself but they told him they wouldn't do it. (Guy said later it's because of the insurance because these type locks are so hard to do it could damage the car (or the paint?)) He asked if Guy was out to sea & I told him he was on duty. He asked if the ship was back at Little Creek & I said it was but I didn't know what pier. He said he'd go over & find it & get his keys for me. I told him I could call Guy & see if they'd let him come home long enough to open the car. But he said he'd go over & Ez & I could stay at his house til he got back. His friend went with him. It was stuffy & hot in the house cause the A/C wasn't on & no windows open. There was a ceiling fan going. We went out & sat on their porch til it started getting dark. Ez. didn't want to go back in. There'd been a couple of cats go by. I don't know why she's so interested in cats. It was almost 9:00 when they got back and she was really fussy. I had some juice left to give her & thought I had some Teddy Grahams but I'd left them on the microwave cart. She didn't want much juice. I probably should've put some ice in it. Anyway, I'd told Mr. Gibbs to tell Guy all I wanted was his key to my car (so I wouldn't have to take his keys back to him). So I unlocked the car & got my keys out & finally got in the house. I thanked Mr. Gibbs profusely. I called Guy to let him know we'd gotten in like Mr. Gibbs said he'd told him to tell me. I started crying when I started talking to him & told him I'd just had a really lousy day. He asked what else had happened & I told him it was too long a story. I needed to get Ez. to bed & take care of Chief. He said he'd call back in an hour. I let Chief out then got Ez. to bed & got myself some Cheerios. I'd fed her at church but hadn't eaten myself since our late lunch at 2:00. So I forgot to say that somewhere along the way, after we got home & I took off my shoes, I got one of those tiny glass-like filaments in my heel. I was trying to get it out & Ez. was crying & fussing cause she was so tired & she'd hit her head. When we got up the stairs she wouldn't scoot back for me to close the gate so I moved her. Either she wasn't sitting up straight when I sat her down or she just lost her balance but she fell back & hit her head on the baseboard by the linen closet door. Anyway, I couldn't get the thing out of my foot, it broke off.

     I didn't bother giving Ez. milk or a snack cause she was just so tired. She felt warm when I took her clothes off so I took her temperature—100.6 degrees—and gave her some Tylenol. It was gone by the next morning so it was probably just her getting too warm while we were in the Gibb's house.

     So that was my lousy Sunday.

     Ez. was seeming ok Mon. so I didn't call the dr. But she's been up overnight almost every night since then. She started coughing a little yesterday and it sounded worse this aft. so I called & got her an appt. in the morning. Dr. Karp is supposed to be there. Hopefully she can figure out what's going on. Ez. just really hasn't been herself since that first viral infection. When she woke up last night we tried letting her cry herself back to sleep after I'd checked her diaper, etc. She cried & screamed for 20 minutes. I was crying half that time. Finally we both went in there. He went & got her some milk while I checked her diaper again. We were talking while she was drinking. He thought it was because she didn't have her bedtime snack. I told him she'd had it while we were eating. I'd fed her about 5:30 & didn't eat til he got home at around 6:40. But he thought she was out of whack because she didn't go back downstairs for a snack after her bath. I think she just thought she didn't have enough time with Guy before she put her to bed.

     He also said he was getting mixed signals from to me because I thought he was spoiling her if he stayed with her til she was completely asleep and if he didn't and she kept crying I'd start crying. I just don't know any more. It does seem like she'll go to bed easier to start with when I put her to bed. But when she wakes up overnight I can't get her to go back to sleep unless I rock her back to sleep. Guy stayed up & walked her the past two nights.

     He said he was prepared to listen to her crying all night if he had to but what gets him is me laying there crying too. I don't know if I'm even crying for her or for myself anymore. Probably more for myself. I just am dreading Guy being gone and I'm worrying so much about it. It was stupid of me to ever think that it would be good to have a dog or a baby to keep me busy while Guy's at sea. I've got my hands full even while he's here so I don't know how I'm going to manage while he's gone. I wish I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat like Guy does. I hope she's not inheriting my sleep problems. I'm leaving the fan on all night tonight so hopefully the neighbor won't wake her. One night she was vacuuming, bumping the wall at 11:00. One night she was going up & down the stairs & doing laundry at 2:00 AM. The high today was 98 & it's only supposed to get down to 79-80 over night so I don't think she'll get too cool with the fan on all night. It's 88 at 11:06–HEAT INDEX 97.

     I need to tell about Wendy coming for supper. What she was talking about with Debi is that Debi's pregnant & due in Dec. (Wendy's pregnant too & due in Jan.) We couldn't believe who the father is–Randy Smith. According to Wendy, he talked Debi into it and when she found out she was pregnant he accepted it at first then denied it and was trying to spread rumors to make it sound like she slept around. Wendy said Debi had been forward in church but it mustive been when we weren't there. I don't know who at church knows about it. He's moved to NC not long ago and is engaged to be married in Jan. I asked if Debi loves Randy & Wendy said Debi had thought she did. What I don't get is this: they're both Christians–even if they both loved each other they knew it was wrong. I don't know his background but I know she's only been a Christian a few years. Still, there's no excuse. I just hope & pray that we can raise Ez. right so she'll never end up in such a situation.

July 1992