Friday, October 2, 2009

Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn

Last night was brutal. We were up at least four times with the old man. Seems he decided to throw a party. Yep, that's right, a party. The first clue came around 1:30 am when I heard him yelling. I sleep with a baby monitor right next to my side of the bed so I can be sure to hear him. Good idea? Well, it seemed like it at the time. He was screaming profanities. You haven't lived until you wake up to an old man's profanities in your ear in the middle of the night. I literally shot out of bed, my heart pounding so hard I thought my head would pop off from the pressure. I ran down the hall knowing my poor, old dad was surely being accosted by an intruder. No matter. I am a Casas woman and I was ready to take down anyone that would dare enter my home and assault my dad.

Upon arriving in Mr. C's room, imagine my surprise to find him sitting on the edge of his bed...alone...no intruder to be found anywhere...glaring at me.

"Dad, what the heck! Are you alright?"

"Can I get a drink around here?"

"Can I get a drink around here? You're screaming profanities in the middle of the night for a drink? Open your fridge, man!"

At this point, I am tired, now crabby and ready to go back to bed. I get him his drink, and no I did not spit in it, and headed back to bed.

An hour later, what do you think happened? The old man is banging on our bedroom door, howling at the top of his lungs. Bob and I both jumped out of bed and ran for the door.

"Bob, there's a bunch of damn ghosts in there! They're having a party. I can't even get down the hall there's so many of em."

"Dad, you had a nightmare. There's no ghosts. You're ok."

"Bob, don't say nightmare. You'll give him ideas."

"Ideas? I think he already has ideas!"

So, Bob went back to bed, I led the ghostbuster back to his room, got him tucked in and headed back to my room.

Over the next few hours, I was summoned to King Charles' room twice more. Once to tell "the guy" standing outside he did not want to have a drink. He was tired and wanted to sleep. The last time, to discuss why all those damn people kept coming into his room to party. He wanted me to know he was especially disgusted with the old movie stars that were showing up. In his words, "I know these people, and I didn't like them then and I don't want them here now. You can tell them that for me!"

Now, I don't know about you, but if old, dead, movie stars kept showing up for a party in my room all night, I would not be as understanding as my dad.

Clark Gable, you have been warned!



16 comments:

Sarah said...

you did a great job mixing stress with humor. keep on writing!

Marla said...

Thanks, Sarah! I believe I will.

Diane said...

Hi Marla,
Sounds like you have your hands full. You seem to have found a way to get through it and learn about yourself in the process. Good job!

Marla said...

Thanks, Diane!

Amy said...

Ok, this comes close to the naked one....but definitely doesn't beat it!!

Marla said...

Thanks, Amy. I will continue to attempt to outdo myself. lol

Cher said...

Oh I can't believe those nights are over for now....until he decides to get physical with someone at assisted care. Kelly and I figure if we get that fateful call at least we had a vacation.....It is the poopy nights that are the worst....Hugs

Cher said...

First it is our kids and then it is our parents.

Marla said...

Cher ~ You know it, cousin. Enjoy your time. You more than earned it!!

Mrs4444 said...

When I saw where this link led to (your blog), my heart did a little leap, and you did not disappoint. Glad you're keeping your sense of humor :)

Off to find the "naked one"....

BLOGitse said...

What a night you had...but like Cher says, first kids then parents...
SS greetings from Casablanca!

Katharine said...

Hi I'm stopping by from SS, Wonderful post...sounds like a lot on your plate, and humor is helping you carry it! Blessings on your day!

Kristen said...

It sounds like your sense of humor is going to help you get through some rough times. It's good that you can write about it to get your stresses out while putting a creative spin on it!!

Came by from Saturday Sampling!

Emily said...

I certainly give you a lot of credit! Bless you for caring for your dad and for keeping your sense of humor.

It is amazing how we start out as dependent, crying babies and end up that way too.

lisleman said...

browsed over from SS - great post - now I'm wondering have you been taking care of him for sometime? What is he like during the day?
all the best - stay funny and strong.

Kirby3131 said...

Oh dear, I can only imagine what it would be like to wake up to all of that several times. Goodness. At least you kept your humor!

Kristin - The Goat
via Saturday Sampling