One last kick at the cat by mother nature; she does like to mess with Albertans.

Jack is home after spending a few days with his grandma while I was away, and one night with his mom.  The first night home he had a nightmare and woke up screaming that Huggy Wuggy had kidnapped him and was trying to take him to his mama's apartment.  Doesn't really take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.

Gracie hasn't been working since the beginning of March.  She had a job for about two weeks and didn't tell anyone that she was let go or fired, not even her sister, although I think her sister doesn't ask outright (don't ask, don't tell).  The last two times we've dropped off Jack, Gracie's apartment has reeked of weed.  If it smells like that again, we won't be leaving him there.  She's supposed to be sober.  Her family's argument is that weed is legal.  So is alcohol.  She's supposed to be sober from all drugs when he's with her, not just alcohol.

Jack is happy to visit his mama but he doesn't like spending the night there.  We'll see how this weekend goes and then I think I'll contact Jack's lawyer, who is watching out for Jack's rights.  Nobody in Gracie's family likes to spend time with her but they're making a five year old spend time with her.  We have court again in July and I'm hopeful enough will have gone wrong in Gracie's life by then, that Jack can just be with us permanently.  I can hope.

At daycare, Jack is learning his letters now and he and poppa are spending time after supper learning how to read.  I caught the two of them last night, reading.  I love these guys.

Not much else going on.  I have thirty-one days, probably less, of work left before my retirement date.  My daughter is coming out to cater my retirement party which means great food and I get to visit with her again.  Miss Katie will get to see her sister too, which she loves.

My son turned forty on Monday.  He texted me the next day to say that he had been laid off and could he have four hundred dollars, and he also said that I don't care and that he was going to block me, again.  Except I don't text him or call him, he's always the one who calls and texts.  He's doing the same with his sister now.  Oh joy.  I always hope that he'll change, but not so far.

I broke off a piece of an old filling when I was in Vancouver.  I saw the dentist yesterday and I'm going to have a crown, which scared the crap out of me, but she is a wonderful young woman who explained everything to me in detail and I'm okay with it now.  I'm getting it down right away, before I lose my benefits when I retire.  

I also had an appointment with Miss Katie's psychiatrist and apparently her ECG was fine, no Long QT interval showed up.  He did order another ECG to confirm and we also decided Katie needs to go back on birth control pills to stop her periods and prevent the PMS that she's been having.  He also suggested that new staff not take care of Katie first thing in the morning, which had caused an episode of severe head banging by Katie.  He said, "How would we feel if there was a stranger in our bedroom when we woke up in the morning?".  I contacted her house manager and he will make sure that doesn't happen going forward.  

Right now, the sun is trying to break through the cloud cover.  It's icy as hell, so no dog walks today.