Here we are, back home and I am more tired than when we left. Late last evening my son texted me and we are now dealing with a family emergency with one of my husband’s daughters and her daughter. It’s a big mess. Of course, I can’t say what it’s about but it’s sad and maddening. I have been expecting this call since her daughter was born 4 years ago. Sorry to be cryptic.
This morning we were out of the hotel before 9:00 and because of the reasons above I had a terrible sleep. And then the fire alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. We stopped for a quick lunch and we were home by noon. We would have left last night but there were no more ferries. I had a nap this afternoon but it was one of those naps where my heart was racing the entire time.
One thing that I have not mentioned is my son is back living with us. His job in Victoria was not really going anywhere so he’s back here. I put super strict guidelines in place, the biggest thing was that he find work and it has to be full time. Today he got hired on the spot starting at $18.00 an hour. The province I live in, British Columbia, is desperate for trade workers. Trade workers here are getting paid more than persons with degrees. Because the baby boomers are retiring in droves they don’t have anyone to fill the positions. Young men and women are applying and getting hired immediately and being offered apprenticeships. My son has a lot going for him in the fact he is responsible. He doesn’t drink or do drugs and he actually shows up to work. (gasp!) In our generation, that is what you did but it seems this generation can be quite entitled and think that hard, dirty work is beneath them. I can’t tell you how many people I know that have their grown unemployed children living with them. He must have been tired when he got home because all his stuff was just left in one place. That’s good though. Being tired and dirty is good.
It will be a go to bed early night. For me anyway.