A rare evening post

Tonight's Plan Was...

• Come home
• Find my mother-in-law cooking dinner
• Watch the Beast and Father of the Beast sleeping in front of the TV
• Check on Sparky's homework situation
• Eat all together
• Relax a little after m.i.l. and f.i.l. head back to hotel
• Hopefully the Beast would feel better

What Actually Happened Was...

• Came home
• Found Sparky watching TV in the basement
• Found the Beast watching TV in the living room
• Found no m.i.l. because she took f.i.l. to the hospital at 1:00
• Waited till 6 for word from her, then made a quick meal of spaghetti
• Pissed off the Beast
• Finished dinner just in time for m.i.l. to return, update us, eat, and leave for f.i.l.'s CPaP delivery
• The Beast feels worse

The most positive event of my evening so far is finally rediscovering where I "hid" The Beast's hospital discharge papers so I can see if we need to call the doctor or take him to the emergency room:

No fever, no gushing blood, no excruciating headache, no vision problems = no hospital visit for him. Just another trip through "The Matrix" on TV.

I really hate my life.

No. Really.

I hate my life.

Is there someone who would please shoot me? Tranqs, bullets, stun gun...whatever.
I just want it to stop.