Slept in Sunday

Last night, after anxiously waiting for Joaquin to call me back all the while thinking I'd have to put my shoes on to go to NYC and identify his dead body and vowing to myself I will neither puke nor cry if it happens and promising his cold lifeless body that I will make something of myself but not having my own blood children because I couldn't bear to have one without him making up the other half then to my staggering relief just turned out his cell battery died & he ended up working wa-aay later than he thought, I couldn't sleep. In fact, I think I busied myself with blogging [last entry] to get my mind off of it and hanging out with the kid briefly when she arrived. Needless to say, I didn't get up this morning until almost noon. Albeit, interrupted 2x by the squirt looking for paper to draw on. She's so funny, she was whispering; I have no idea what time that was but my eyes sure protested that it was much to early for them to be open again. Breakfast was had around 1pm, miraculously after I took a shower. I feel squicky.

We went to Rosehill like usual on Sunday, Dawn came this time not having work and all. Tim napped on the couch even though she volunteered to go earlier. She doesn't like to go to the cemetery, citing she didn't need to be reminded her mother was dead. I suppose she doesn't want to pay homage to something that is only a representation of our once very lively mother and I get that. But sometimes I wish she'd just suck it the hell up and go for the old man. If he starts to get offended by it, then I'll say something to her. *sigh* The old man pointed out that Ma's tay passed at 70 years old and he reckoned he's got about 5 years. I told him I give him until 78. He's got to see Stephanie all grown up and my kids well past the gibbering/drooling stage. He's not allowed to go until then plus 10 more years. We stopped for Dunkin' Donuts of course, munched on them before going in. I keep telling Tay we shouldn't eat in there but once in awhile he sneaks it in. Hell even I'm guilty of it on occasion so I'm not gonna knock him for wanting a beer while he gazes at my mother's bronze resting place.

Ugh. Sunday should remain the day of rest and family. Random thoughts: Spanish or Italian? Still need a planner. Still need to exercise. Need to feed my brain. Need a job. Hawaii without Dawn is just wrong.