Dude. I don’t even know how to start this entry.
I’m currently in Lake Chelan, WA with my parents, my siblings, my siblings spouses, and their children. We are a total of 12 people, and we’ve been staying in a four bedroom house for the past four days. It has been… a trip, to say the least.
Currently, my husband, my sister’s husband, and my brother are out drinking together. This is something we are all supportive of for many reasons. Meanwhile, my sister and my dad are in the house trying to console a screaming two year old, my nephew. My sister in law is sitting on the couch with her two elementary school aged children. My daughter is downstairs in her pack n play, winding down for the night. And I’m outside on the balcony, writing this.
But seriously, though. Where the fuck to begin?
Well, my husband, daughter, and I flew in to Seattle last Sunday. My daughter did a pretty good job on the two hour flight. It was her second time flying, but the first time she was still breastfeeding and slept half the flight. This time, she was pretty restless and wanted to be moving and entertained the whole time. It was a small challenge, but nothing we couldn’t handle. She didn’t cry at all. Another kid, who was probably seven or eight, cried when his ears wouldn’t pop. I simultaneously totally understood his struggle and felt proud that my daughter was being such an easy flight companion.
We arrived. My dad picked us up at the airport. Everything went smoothly the first night at my parents house.
The next day we woke up slow, got our things together, and left for the four-hour drive to the lake. Our daughter was fine for the first two and a half hours. When she got restless, we pulled over, stretched our legs, and then I got in the backseat with her and kept her company for the remainder of the drive. Easy enough.
We arrived on Monday afternoon. My brother, his wife, and his two children were already here. My mother and father arrived just a few minutes after us. The first evening was fine. The second evening, my sister, her husband, her and her son arrived.
The second evening, we had a bit of trouble with our daughter. She woke up in the middle of the night, saw me sleeping in the bed next to her pack n play, and was confused about what was happening. She isn’t used to sharing a room and wanted to stay up all night playing once she noticed I was there. Myself, my husband, and my daughter all lost about three hours that night, and we had a rough day the next day. But honestly, that was one of the less notable events of the trip.
The more notable event was when we noticed my brother’s daughter coughing, sneezing, and appearing exhausted and pale. The first day, they said it was just allergies. However, her symptoms continued to intensify over the next few days. She was complaining of being cold, feeling warm to touch, and she was low energy and emotional. I felt extremely uncomfortable, especially since I knew she had just had a party for her ninth birthday, with plenty of other children, less than a week prior to our trip. When I heard her mom talking to my mom one morning, explaining that it seemed to have been developing into a sore throat and a dry cough, I couldn’t hold my tongue any more.
I mentioned that I was concerned about my dad. My brother overheard me and went into attack mode, asking me what I suggest we do. He asked if I wanted his family to pack up and leave, or if he should get his daughter tested and have her sleep in the driveway for the next two days while he waits for the results to come in. He said that he was the one who should be worried about my family having gone through an airport. He just turned vicious. I don’t know how else to put it.
I said that all I was saying was that I felt worried. I wasn’t saying I had any answers, and I thought it was appropriate that we address the fucking elephant in the room. I mean, HELLO. His daughter was exhibiting a lot of suspicious symptoms. It seems fucking stupid not to at least acknowledge it. I didn’t mention that for me, staying in a house with an obviously sick person is pretty much my nightmare.
Everybody swore to me that it was nothing, and I said fine. If they weren’t worried about it, there was nothing I could do about it. So, I left it alone.
Over the next few days, my sister in law, my brother’s son, my mom, and my sister’s son have all become sick. My family seems unaffected so far and we are leaving tomorrow. So that’s the current situation on that saga.
The other thing that I wanted to mention, but I’m honestly not sure I have the energy to address in its entirety, is the way my brother told me that psychology and counseling is “just talking in circles.” It was really hard not to take his comment personally. I tried to get clarification on his comment. I also tried to provide a summary of what I do and how, to me, suggesting its “talking in circles” doesn’t really fit. But after that I tried to drop it, because it seemed like the conversation was going nowhere.
This morning I had to spend my whole shower processing the shit out of that interaction so that I wouldn’t leave this trip brewing with resentment.
As I’m writing this, I just saw my husband, brother, and brother and law pull up. I know they’re wasted. It’s 9pm. They left several hours ago, and my husband didn’t tell me he was leaving, didn’t mention he didn’t plan on being back for our daughter’s bedtime, and didn’t communicate at all. When I called him twenty minutes ago to find out what the fuck was going on, he was already so intoxicated that talking to him was pointless. Ugh.
That’s all I have time for right now. It’s late. I’m tired. Maybe I’ll have something happier to write at a later date.
Until next time <3
Last updated August 22, 2020