Tommorow we Oma sit...

So we have this wonderful long weekend ahead of us don't we now.... well we have used a fraction of it up today. We put the first coat of primer on the wee little rocking cradle. Now you must understand, in the days of non-pregnant, I have been known to be able to paint 3 entire rooms in the time it took me to PRIME one stinking cradle. So who knows when the actual coat of paints will go on.... mabye once the kid is in kindergarten. I'm just too flippin tired. Okay which brings me to how even shorter this weekend is getting. One day down and I am ready for bed. Tommorow we Oma sit, and help me dogbawls I hope it goes by fast and painless. Now i soooo do not mean this in a bad way. I LOVE my oma. I finally figuered out where I get mostly all my insanisms and sarcasitic lovin from. Her. And tommorow we are going to take care of her for like 7 friggin hours ( IN A ROW) it will be a most interesting Sunday. Now as I said I love my Oma dearly, but she well, let's see let me fill you in on Oma. Okay so up until about 4 months ago, Oma still lived in her own home and did EVERYTHING herself, no nurses no, nothing. She was THE BIZNITCH BOSS. She called the shots she IS the head of my dad's familio. My opa died quite some time ago, so she is the head poo ba shall i say? I shall. Now 4 months or so ago she had yet another hip go on her ( the first hip that is a blog unto it's own - let's just say in agonizing pain she was yelling from the kitchen where she fell - to the ambulance dudes coming to save her to Not bash in the front door as it was locked, she just had it varnished. Then when they needed to take care of her over swelling arm she refused to let them cut her good sweater which was the only way to save her arm. Let's just say she was not a happy oma, she is still mad about the sweater.) So 4 months ago she had another fall. And it was decided my aunt, the eldest of the siblings would do respite for Oma. During these coursed of events, it meant Oma had to move out of her two storey house and into a bedroom at My Auntie M's house. So it was decided that my other aunt (one of my most favorite aunts who lives across the street) would buy it and move in. So she did. And for this to happen Oma had to get rid of a heck of a lot of Stuff. So you know what happens when someone dies right when all the sisters and bro's come in and divey up the shite. Well that's what happened with Oma's stuff. It was done quite fairly all the sister's and brothers came and drew numbers and all the good stuff went into different homes. Well last week my parents were over visiting Oma, and she's on her tirade of the day.
Oma: I want my stuff back
Auntie M: We have nowhere to put your stuff mom
Oma: Well the only reason I gave it away was because I thought I was dying, and look at me, I'M GETTING BETTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, AND I WANT MY STUFF BACK!

This is my Oma, and I have 7 + hours with her tommorow.
Oh yes and one more thing, upon having moved into Aunt M's she has lost almost all the english language she knows, as my Aunt can speak dutch to her so that being her native tongue is easier for her to understand. So she may start the first word out in english but the rest following is most definatley in Dutch
Ya, and by the way I don't speak dutch, and neither does my darling hubbie.