If you would like to know the answer to the last entry, just re-read it again. But take out the impounding of vehicle and smashing of glass and all. That was the worst case scenario.
About 7:30-45am I hear the truck, then the back door. Wide eyed like he's had sleep and says "I'm sorry, I was drunk as hell and I wouldn't drive". (Didn't know Hell was Drunk) I said "yeah, right". He changed into sleepwear (shorts) and wanted to crawl in bed and I said OH NO....out. I guess he went into the den where he always goes.
Then he's up in about an hour for a shower and off to the Doctor visit.
From the looks of the internet list of transactions, he hit the bank 4 times. By the time the bank finishes with the NSF fees, I'm figuring it will be close to $300 in the hole. Gee thanks a lot.
Of course once I get home, there's no conversation about this, no why's, or what's. What he doesn't know (but I'm sure he's expecting) is that his times are about to get tough. I've already confiscated the ATM card. Oh the joys of babysitting a grown man.
On a lighter note, Miss T spent today with my Mom and my nephew...they went to a local jungle gym place with lots of over head climb in things and plastic ball areas. Had a blast. Miss T of course never wants to come home when she's with Gramma.
I hurt my eye this morning while washing my face.....stuck my finger right in it and scratched the inside of the lid. Been bothering me all day. Plus my eyes are very tired from lack of sufficient sleep. (No tears.....beyond that a long time ago.)
Thinking back to what may have started Tom's demise this time.....his Dad always seems to be at the "favorite" son's home around the time of this brother's birthday. This year was no exception and when Tom talked to his Dad it was "oh we did this and that and more of this and plenty more of that, the new house is beautiful......"
I could see the expression all over Tom's face when he hung up, and he wouldn't talk much about it. He's been in this funk every since then, sometimes climbing out of it, but I see him slip back in. When I ask "what?" the answer is always "nothing".
He says he spent the night at a friends house....but this friend is known for having "fun" too. I don't understand.....why "escape" only to return to a worse feeling for doing whatever it was you did???
I'm ready to run away...................